Intro - Juicy J, Lex Luger

You better get familiar with the sound, baby

This what happen when you win the Oscar’s

They make 'em sing for you

Juicy J, DJ Blak

It’s the conexion, baby

I’m still working while I’m on vacation

You can’t tell me nothing by my dedication

Weed, pills and that drank, that’s my medication

Feet up in my whip cause it’s very

Hey, hold up, hold up

I told you with no mistake

Ain’t no missunderstanding

Juicy J, DJ Blak

Yeah, we here, baby

O’s to Oscars

Who the fuck would ever thought we would win a Oscar in here?

I’m still working while I’m on vacation

You can’t tell me nothing by my dedication

Weed, pills and that drank, that’s my medication

Feet up in my whip cause it’s very spacious

All these niggas nervous, what the fuck is pressure?

You not on this level cause you lack the effort

You thought you seen the drought, you 'bout to see a desert

Getting to this money is my guilty pleasure

I should take a break and let 'em get a chance

Fuck that shit, I’m turnt up in this bitch again

Bitch I ain’t your daddy, I can’t hold your hands

One thing that’s for sure is bands gon' make her dance

Play this at your party, play this on your block

Yeah play this at your office, play this in your shop

Play this when you and the homies load the Glock’s

Play that shit again when my album drops

My business gets personal

Forgive me for birthing you

I heard a couple lines that you stole from a verse or 2

My flow is too versatile

My punchlines get surgical

'Fore I even heard of you, already murdered you

Hard work pays off, so bitch you know what to do

Lock myself down in the trap for 'bout a month or 2

I got work, so you know that clientèle is coming through

We got grams, we got grammy’s, we got O’s and Oscar’s too

She wanna hop in the Range, I wanna hop in the Wraith

She wanna all in the pants, I wanna all in her face

All I be wanted is bands, all I be wanted is base

I don’t wanna be no friends, bitch get the fuck out my face

She fell in love in a day, I fell in love with the yay

I fell in love with the cake, ain’t got time to go spray

Had to make sure we was straight

I was the reason we ate, I put the food on your plate

You should just let me degrade

Have a melon or a grape, all these niggas full of hate

I’m so high, need a cape

I’m so high, I’m in outer space

My safe is running out of space cause I be spreading to the cake

Like I’m tryna win a race, your bitch is all up in my face

Tell us we got good taste, cause all I know is first place

Who is the one that was telling you niggas 'bout cooking and whipping the yay

All of these bitches be on me when I’m in the Bentley, what more can I say?

Bitch I been kicking this paper since pimping way back in the day

Real niggas getting this money so fuck you little bloggers and fuck what you say