Body Work

[Verse 1: Juicy J] I got some killers so don't push me, Juicy J be on some mob shit Waiting by your doorstep, hidin' in the bushes (mhmm) If it comes down to it, ain’t no thang but to do it Got a vest on, got a gun that can really do it You niggas playin' with real niggas' money, get fronted One day you is the plug, next day you’re in the dumpster Couldn’t keep it one hundred, you’re thirty-two percent The police got you on a leash, nigga you a bitch [Hook: Juicy J] Give yo' ass that body work nigga we spraying Ridin' with three K's nigga I ain't talking bout the Klan This ain’t no arcade, nigga so quit playing It’s eating time, me and my niggas buffeting Give yo' ass that body work, nigga we spraying Ridin' with three K's nigga I ain't talking bout the Klan This ain’t no arcade, nigga so quit playing! It’s eating time, me and my niggas buffeting [Verse 2: Pusha T] You don’t know about this life, nigga Earning all of these stripes, nigga Kilograms, Peter Pans, pack holders on bikes, nigga Throwin bitches on flights, nigga They ain't know that they're dykes, nigga 'Til the money’s out and the bottle's pouring They’re in the midst of they life, nigga Rose gold on my wrist This Rolex like Devil's piss This Daytona illuminate Y'all think I'm talking that devil shit This's fifty racks, no bezel shit Like blood diamonds, it’s rebel shit This's more guns, this's more bodies We call shots, they nobodies They fuck niggas, they owe prolly Who's fuckin with me? Nobody When the guns drawn, they’re so sorry Spraying niggas now the Lord got 'em Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk Fuck with my money and I’ll hit you that body work [Hook: Juicy J] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] Bad bitches on deck, nigga Money, power, respect, nigga Cop, cook, collect, nigga You was never no threat, nigga Everybody be rap dissin' I catch niggas, I check niggas These goons with me don't spit no verse Just limo service, they stretch niggas Black 'maro 2 S nigga Couple birds on my neck, nigga Everytime them hoes see me They like, "Meek Milly you a mess, nigga" 2 gats, no vest, nigga Strapped up like i’m a cowboy Stand tall like that Yao boy Got a bad bitch, she 5"4 This gold roley thats on my wrist Leprechaun prolly die for Young boys that's on my strip They'll kill anything I say ride on Tell them niggas call us if they're out of work Cause we lifting weights but we don't do no body work [Hook: Juicy J] [Verse 4: French Montana] Shout my lawyer all the crazy shit I ever did Know we love that KK sound You know we not backing down 100 drum like, "Hold that doe" Diamonds flash like Kodak, though Straight cash, nigga fuck that loan Seven digits on that phone Money so long, smoke a whole zone Getting blood money, tryna put my cuz on Bitch I’m on fire, got my jaw wired Sex, money, murder - Peter Rollack (Soundview, whaddup) Body work, chopper work like a techno song Twenty thou' a show, I just hope my nigga Max come home (wavey) Money fast, diamonds flash like high beams Make it rain in this bitch - Hurricane Irene [Hook: Juicy J]