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Juice Wrld - Money War Lyrics

[Intro: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
(Lil' Mexico, yeah, ayy, yo, Mexico, uh-huh)
Motherfucker (Uh, huh-huh)
We, we in New York, we just went fresh out of the plane
It's 253 on foenem
(Bitch, huh-huh)
(Bitch, huh-huh, DJ Victoriouz with me in the building)
(I got what you want)

[Verse 1: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
Call me big G Herbo, Swerve for short (Uh-huh, for short)
Keep my car in sport (My car in sport)
And I ball, yeah, I ball, like I got home court, bitch
I'm 'bout family, money, and shit, and that's in that order (In that order)
Bought a Rollie, look like my shit been sittin' in that water (In that water)
Look at my neck, a quarter milli' (Quart')
I'll fuck your wife and daughter, silly (Uh-huh)
Throwin' up B's like I'm Billy (Billy)
Fire your block up, pop a wheelie, skrrt (Skrrt)
Nigga, let's have a money war (Oh)
Can't go to work, you ain't got no money (Work)

[Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
Bitch, my money worth (Uh-huh)
I earn my stripe like Adidas (Uh-huh)
Five-hundred K for a feature (Uh-huh)
I probably could fuck on my teacher
I hit from the back on the bleachers
Yeah, she fucked Swerve (Swerve), fuck-nigga need work (Need work)
She suck 'til the knees hurt (She go), big gun with a three burst (Grrah, go)
Huh, there he go, shit, grab the heater
.223s got him hot like a fever
Oh my God, I'm her God, she a believer (Uh)
Yeah, she go all the way, yeah, set it up, call the play, yeah
Thirteen for the Chanel (Woo), she fucked me for that Chanel (Fucked for Chanel)
Hundred bands left in the duffel still
Get in our way, we shoot to kill
I been gettin' buckets, no pales, bitch, I'm rich as hell
Let's have a money war, for Benjamin, I kill
[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
For Benjamin, I kill, Benjamin, I kill
Let's have a money war, Benjamin, I kill
Benjamin, I kill, Benjamin, I kill
Let's have a money war, Benjamin, I kill

[Verse 3: G Herbo & Juice WRLD]
And for that money, I will (I will)
Never committed fuck shit, everything I did for you real (Ayy)
Hand on the hood with no deal, for real
My niggas been out makin' sales, as well
On my dick when I'm pullin' out whips, was ill
Only did disappear when shit was real
Fuck a nigga, blow his brains out, I'm sick as hell (Uh)
This shit could kill, like sick as hell (Uh)
Go to sleep, wake up, bricks sell (Uh)
Nigga, why you hatin'? I wish you well (Uh)
You hustle like me? These niggas hell (Uh)
Buy some more 'Woods, these bitches stale (Uh)
Eatin' whole lobsters with the tails (Uh)
Bitches givin' head out with the tales (Uh-huh)
Glowed up, head out, with some L's
Get some shells (Uh, baow)
Hard bodies with me, all you niggas is frail
Niggas got some homi's with me, catch a body or three
Like three or four, my niggas got milli's, now we wildin' OT (Ayy)
All in the street, we ain't low-key
Put a nigga ten, minus four feet (Uh-huh)
Heard somebody said "well no pistols in here" but my homie disagreed 'cause he know me (Uh)
Take an L to the chin, you know me (Uh)
But all due is red 'cause it's so easy (Uh-huh)
Told Juice, "Slow down," makin' pints disappear, act like he been drinkin' before Weezy (Ayy)
[Outro: Juice WRLD & G Herbo]
Bitch, uh-huh (Bitch, bitch)
Uh, huh, huh (Bitch)
Uh (Bitch)
Bitch
Park that bitch up in a garage (Ayy)
Park that bitch up in a garage (Uh, haha, oh shit, hahaha)