Songtext Suicide doors Juicy J

Suicide doors

Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up
Get up bitch, get up bitch, get up bitch, get up

Get a bag before you beef
You need money for a war
Out the trenches from the streets
Now, I'm listed in the Forbes
Tuck the Glock inside my Louis
Tuck the cig' in my Dior
Yeah, they pay attention now
'Cause I'm too rich to get ignored
I'm that nigga from the north
I've been pippin' since the port
What's the plug without the sock?t?
I'm connected like th? cord
Let's get wealthy from these whores
Cashin' checks, but I want more
Whip the Ghost, you think it's honey with the suicide doors

I'm the man, turned your four Sedan to a [?]
Understand you can't make a profit 'til you make a plan
Ain't no deals, I got all these bills, ain't no time to chill
You a leech? I'm just tryin' to eat, I make Happy Meals
From the block, I was stabbin' blocks
You was punchin' clocks
Hit or miss, you was tryna diss
I was buyin' stocks, look it up
Use the city bus, now, it's private planes
Bouncin' back, took a lotta M's, that's part of the game
Keep it coming, let's go get this money, don't be chasin' fame
If you broke and you ain't out here grindin', how you 'gon complain?
Hunnid mil for a rainy day, I can stand the rain
I encourage you keep hustlin' until you can say the same

Get a bag before you beef
You need money for a war
Out the trenches from the streets
Now, I'm listed in the Forbes
Tuck the Glock inside my Louis
Tuck the cig' in my Dior
Yeah, they pay attention now
'Cause I'm too rich to get ignored
I'm that nigga from the north
I've been pippin' since the port
What's the plug without the socket?
I'm connected like the cord
Let's get wealthy, fuck these whores
Cashin' checks, but I want more
Whip the Ghost, you think it's honey with the suicide doors

Lamborghini suicide door make me feel alive
This bitch I’m with so bad
If looks can kill, she calls it genocide
I remember, I used to wanna be rich ‘fore twenty-five
Now, I'm twenty-five, made a million about twenty times
And I pay my tax, no cap, they take 'bout half of that
And when you get the bag, flip that shit just like an acrobat
Hustlin' university, nigga, I could teach a masterclass
Best believe I keep them M's with me like I'm on aftermath
Now, I'm countin' benjies, never stingy with the gold cheese
Court side tickets, but have vision in the nosebleeds
Juicy J come with negro spirit, jewels, and poetry
Woke up like “Fuck the whole world”, but that's the ho in me
Genie in a bottle, damn I wish a nigga would (Oh-ah, oh-ah)
Smokin' and I’m sippin', shit, a nigga feelin' good
Some say we young and dumb, but we misunderstood
We tryna get this money, gotta get up out the hood

Get a bag before you beef