If It Aint - Juicy J

If it ain’t kush, it won’t touch my lighter

I only smoke that shit that get me higher (and higher, and higher, higher)

If it ain’t drank, it ain’t in my cup

Gotta be that purple and yellow, I be turnin' up

I stay, I stay high as fuck

Pour me up some more Pimp C

Laid back with your girlfriend

She ride my dick like a GMC

Everyday I turn up

Burnin' green and sippin' lean

Codeine and Promethazine

My money longer than a limousine

Bitch bow down and kiss the ring

I count more cash than a money machine

I’m so dope in that Rolls Royce

You can park my shit on a triple beam

Squeaky queen, thousand dollar belt

Thousand dollar shoes, thousand dollar jeans

Juicy J so fresh to death, I hop out and I kill the scene

Real goons on my team, this black truck got an army in it

This the trippy life, my double cup got Barney in it

And the hoes here and I’m tryna fuck

Your baby mama is not a ten but when I’m drunk she close enough

Shine so hard, you need shades

I been up for three days

I live that shit that I say

I’m getting stoned, out on stage

Take a groupie, go berserk

I got cake, no dessert

In the game, twenty years

And I still sip that syrup

Juicy J is sick and that lean is my medicine

In the back seat of that Ghost all I see is that President

I pour lean in my lemonade and lean in my sprite

Bitch I’m getting high as fuck for the rest of my life

Bitch I live in cloud nine, prescription pills and cough syrup

Bad bitches keep rolling up, I fuck your girl til we sober up

Trippy trippy trippy, high like Bobby &Whitney

I stay turnt up, I stay pourin' up, I smoke more weed than a hippy

I smoke more weed than a hippy, I smoke more weed than a hippy

I smoke more weed, I smoke more weed, I smoke more weed than a hippy