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Juice Wrld - Jeffery Session Lyrics

[Intro]
Money on me, hunnid on me (Hunnid)
Money on me, (Hunnid, hunnid)
Money on me, (Ayy)
Hunnid on me (Hunnid, hunnid)
(Woah, ayy, brrp, brrp, brrp, skrrt)

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 1]
No Dahmer, I'm a problem
You a goon cool, I got goblins
Fuck with me, make you lеak likе a faucet
Mix the liquor up, skrt, now I'm nausеous
I don't sip the lеan, used to love codeine cause I love to dream
Now mix Henny with the Rémy, cause I love to drink
And I don't love to think
Feel like I'm finna puke
Can't do it on the mink, me
Money on the way, what is the, hold up, hold up
I can't drive, still hit a donut
Nineteen, multi-millionaire (Hahaha)
Ain't no lookin' back, all that broke shit dead
[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene
I still put the G-Star on my jeans
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed
Would have never shot you if you let me be
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee
I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 2]
I get drunk and act a fool
If you want a altercation, put you on the news
With the channel crew
They know I be makin' moves
W Gang, I can't ever lose, like your boyfriend
I can never be a fool, like your boyfriend
He a bitch, nigga I went to school with your boyfriend
Real as hell, I came from my move like your boyfriend
Next thing you know, she want me to be her boyfriend
That's how that shit go, she do coke, I gotta make it snow
Pull up with the pole, like who want smoke
L-O-L to the bank, richer than a joke

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me (Woh)
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene (Lil' bitch)
I still put the G-Star on my jeans(Lil' rich)
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams (Lil' bitch)
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed (Okay)
Would have never shot you if you let me be (Okay)
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee (Okay)
I be with them killers like Jeffrey
[Verse 3]
I see faces when I'm tweakin' off the shrooms
Real nigga, I just walked in the room
Freestyling, I ain't got to write for you
She gon' do the coke, she gon' snort the white for you
Run up, you gon' die, yes, I got my nine on me
Don't fuck with no haters, don't fuck with fake homies
Do this by my lonely, run up then it's over
We march on yo' body, I feel like a soldier
I just popped the Molly, now I'm as high as ayatollah
I feel like Drake or somethin', it ain't over till it's over
I don't need a driver, bitch, I need a chauffeur
I'm a survivor, can't-
Free my niggas, they was locked up in the Noya'
I don't do coke, I don't even do Coca-Cola
I show up just to show out, balling like a blow-out
You think that I'm lacking, bitch? Yes, I got the pole out
I'ma lose control now, I could take your son out
I obtained the perc like I need, yuh ayy
You get smoked like some weed
Really? You don't fuck with me
Run up on me, we gon' make you bleed
Tell 'em "Rest in Peace"
Uh ay, I ain't worried 'bout my enemies
They know I got the inner-peace
Niggas really trying trouble me
Yeah yeah, ayy ayy
Balling like a triple double till I'm out of trouble
Niggas thinking that they balling till I catch 'em double
Niggas want the trouble, shit, we singing it on the double
My shroom bombs, I ain't talking truffles
Make 'em dance, .40 make him cupid shuffle, bombing on my pants
Boy these bitches costs a duffle, run up, you get trapped
[Pre-Verse]
They don't want smoke
That's your girl, was she just the average hoe?

[Verse 4]
Yeah, I fucked her, but she kept it on the low
Nobody gonna know
If I catch 'em, I'ma catch 'em, I'ma blow
.40 give 'em a kiss, mistletoe
Niggas they be acting like some hoes
I be balling now just like a pro, pro
I'ma fuck that bitch on the low
Pull up on the scene, .40 make 'em bleed
Feel like Freddy Krueger, how I'm up in your dreams
Yeah, I keep a Ruger, you ain't fuckin' with me
Shorty want to kick it, this is not a soccer team
Got away with worse, I feel like I'm Socrates
She gon' do it all, she gon' hold the Glock for me
If I'm in the way then she gon' get shot for me
Ayy ayy, but I still got the Glock on me
And that shit a guarantee
Leave you like a period, I make a nigga bleed
Fuck her then I leave, I'ma skit then it leak
I've been drinking too much Hennessy, I'm up in the cloud
That lil' bitch, she funny, tryna smoke on my loud
If you run up on me, we gon' shut that shit down
I feel like a king, lil' bitch, I need me a crown
I'ma do my thing, I got money now
I been doing my things since I got money now
Niggas hating, I keep it one hundred now
I don't walk the shit, lil' bitch, I run it now
Balling like the OKC Thunder rounds
Shittin' on my ex, you need a plunger now
Run out with that .40, I'ma gun you down
I'ma gun you down, I don't got no time but I got a Rollie
Say she "wanna ball", bitch, you need a trophie
They be blocking, them niggas like goalies
Fucking on that bitch, only 'cuz I'm rich
Pull up on the scene, .40 with a stick
Pull out with that stick, fuck nigga get hit
Pop him like a ZIT, now you don't exist, uh-uh
R. Kelly, rest in piss, hah
Ball so hard, need a trophie
Tryna block me, like a goalie
I've been going hard and you know it
You've been stressed out, why you here in a goatie(?)
50K on Goates
Every nigga thinking that they know me, yeah
I know that nigga's dad is a bitch too 'cause the apple don't fall far from the tree, yeah
Brand new .40, I can't wait to use it
I ain't making love, bitch, I'm making music
I spit like a crackhead, toothless
Pull up with that COD, that bitch is ruthless
I'm a dog (Woof), I be ruffin', .40 on me, that bitch—
That's your hoe? She act a fool
You don't know I get her wetter like we on a cruise
Take her on a cruise—

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me (Woh)
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene (Lil' bitch)
I still put the G-Star on my jeans(Lil' rich)
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams (Lil' bitch)
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed (Okay)
Would have never shot you if you let me be (Okay)
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee (Okay)
I be with them killers like Jeffrey

[Verse 5]
I see faces when I'm tweakin' off the shrooms
Real nigga, I just walked in the room
Freestyling, I ain't got to write for you
She gon' do the coke, she gon' snort the white for you
Run up, you gon' die, yes, I got my nine on me
Don't fuck with no haters, don't fuck with fake homies
Do this by my lonely, run up then it's over
We march on yo' body, I feel like a soldier
I just popped the Molly, now I'm as high as ayatollah
I feel like Drake or somethin', it ain't over till it's over
I don't need a driver, bitch, I need a chauffeur
I'm a survivor, can't-
Free my niggas, they was locked up in the Noya'
I don't do coke, I don't even do Coca-Cola
(I was in my room, on the shrooms, all alone and I thought 'bout you)
I got confused, 'thought you were there

[Verse 6]
I was in my room, on the shrooms, all alone when I thought 'bout you
I got confused, then didn't know what to do
I called you, you said "Why?" I stopped—
Drunk too much, passed out on the floor (Ayy)
I don't wanna go, uh, I don't wanna go
Yeah-yeah, yeah
I don't wanna go, Uh-uh-uh
Drunk too much, passed out on the floor
Bitches in my crib, they got 'till the count of 4 to get the fuck out
She like "I don't wanna go", hah, she like "I don't wanna go"
Bitch, I live in Hell, we need to go there
Matter of fact, I think that I got a show there, heh
Balancing all my highs with my lows there
Pull up on the scene, I'm like "oh yeah!"
She don't wanna go there, pull up on the scene with my pole, yeah
Illuminati, baby, I can take your soul, yeah
I feel like a pirate, I need gold, yeah, hey
I spent 2K on a Goyard bag, Off-White my jeans, I'm gon let 'em sag
Run up on me? Pussy nigga get back
Feel like Bobby Brown how I spit crack
Designer on my body and its mismatch
Round of applause, shoot or get clapped, hah
(Gang, gang, heh)
Told her "don't get involved", breaking bad, like the law
Pull up on him like "ah", I feel like Allah
Dammit, I'm a God, uh, I go hard, yeah
Pull that bitch the same way I pull a card, yeah
Take charge, leave his brain stomped out in a yard
Dammit, I'm a God, uh, I go hard, yeah
Pull that bitch the same way I pull a card
Tryna block me, like a goalie
I've been going hard and you know it
You've been stressed out, why you here in a goatie(?) (Ayy, ayy)
50K on Goates
Every nigga thinking that they know me
He say he a "real nigga", I told him "show me"
I'm fucked up, so I talk with a slur
Think about money, I don't think 'bout her
Beat the pussy up, ooh, you can hear it purr
I'ma shoot him up, ooh, feel like Larry Bird
I don't dwell in the past, I don't live in a past life
Only thing I want is the cash, only thing I want is the cash, right?
That's a white lie
I want love, I want drugs, I want love
That's a white lie
I want love, I want drugs, I want love
Think I found the love of my life, I'm scared
What if I wake up and she's not there?

[Pre-Verse]
What if I love her and she won't care?
I'm too, too, scared
Results may vary
I feel like Mariah but I can't carry

[Verse 7]
And I'm on fire, I'm on fire
I always use a rubber, bitch, I need the tire
This shit outta date, bitch, you expired
I've been feeling lost, so I'm getting higher
Girl, you inspire my attire
She think that I'm worried 'bout the past, right?
I don't really think 'bout the past life, yeah, that's right
That's right, I don't really think 'bout the past, right
I don't really think about the past
I'm too busy worrying 'bout the cash
Let them do the dash, baby I made you smash
Pull up in the jet, shoot it up then laugh
You can feel my wrath
Found it on some grass
You don't got these on, smokin' on this gas
I got them trees on, that's what you need
I don't move sevens, bitch I move peace
I was in the room, on the shrooms, all alone
When I thought about you, I got confused
What do I do, without you?
Since you left, I've been a fool, I've been a mess, super stressed
I can get you super wet, super sex
Pull with the super protect lay and rip
I don't give a fuck, at all this—

[Pre-Verse]
Pull up on the scene, like a period
I can make you bleed, nigga point blank period
You can't fuck with me, huh
I ain't a pyramid, no controlling me, yeah

[Verse 8]
They tell me that I sold my soul, nigga, I know
But I'm rich, let's go
Pull up on the scene, 4-0, make nigga change up like clothes
Get exposed, gun on my hip, bitch, no reload
I make him dig, bitch, that's on gang
Then they know me, I don't ball—
She walked in to me passed out on the floor
Took a little perc, little Xan, little more
Balling so hard, no Okla-Four
I've been going hard, I'm on the floor
Yeah, pull up on the scene, .40 with a beam, try me if you want
Bitch, we got it, run up, I'm poppin'
I just took my girl shopping
Ay, you running away, I'm running out of options
Fly like a cockpit, I'm fly autopilot
Gun like a librarian, that bitch came with the silence
You know we've been shooting shit up, we use violence

[Pre-Verse]
Hit my phone, that bitch hit my phone
Leave me alone, I bought my VLONE, which one?
Ring ring, bitches calling on my phone

[Verse 9]
I've been doing my own thing and they won't leave me alone
I got money now, so they owe me now
Got Givenchy now, I remember Abercrombie
Just spent 25k on Murakami, yeah
Uh, yeah, yeah
I remember Abercrombie, I just spent 25k on Murakami
I just took a Xannie, now I'm feeling like a zombie
I'ma mix the pills with the liquor, maybe it will make a clear picture
I ain't really fucking with these niggers
I'm too busy loading up the trigger
She gon' hop on my dick like Tiger
Keep the Tommy in the Tummy, Hillfigers
Go figure, she gon' pose, she a hoe in the picture
Get exposed, like a hoe in a picture, yeah
Load it up and I let it go, uh
I don't trust these niggas, like I'm Metro
I'ma build the city, baby, let's grow
Let's go to Cali, baby, let's go
Vacay, armed with AKs, you get blasted down on the same day Fuck nigga, mayday
I'ma turn his mama's house not in a safe place
Run up on em with the Glock, let it spray-spray
On the ground where he lay-lay
R.I.P to Loso, I still look at your photos
Lost my brother last year, I shed mad tears, that shit was like last year
But still I feel, I be poppin' two pills
That shit too real, I be poppin' two pills, this ain't Advil
Pull up on the scene, .40 with the beam, Xanny in the lean
Really do that shit, its not for a trend
You niggas do that to get popular—
I drink too much, now I'm feeling myself
Mix it with the perkys, now I'm killing myself
Woke up in hell, she know me well, she say I'm high, how can you tell?
Drink too much, now I'm feeling myself
Mix it with the perkys got me killing myself
Woke up in hell, she know me well, she know I'm high, how could you tell?
You got pills? Send 'em through the mail
You can't feel, do I look like Brail?
You hate me, tell that bitch "go to hell!"
Ooh, magic bitch like a spell, dumb bitch, like, how can you spell?
Pull up on 'em with that choppa, he wildin'
I don't fuck with them niggas, that's wildin'
My gun a librarian, heh, got the silence
I ain't never peaceful, uh, with the violence, rockstar savage
You can ask Rose-Laine, pistol tottin'
Catch him in the open, he ain't no cigarette, but yeah, I'ma smoke him
Police coming round and I act like I don't know him
.40 finna blow him, I'm gonna show him
He said "I'm not a real nigga", fuck it, I'm finna show him
Just like a lion, with the choppa up and mow him, grra
He calling out to God, nigga's a fake, He know that nigga a façade
Everyday I wake up and they know I'm going hard
Down to pull your bitch like a card—

[Chorus]
Money on me, hunnid on me (Woh)
Bro gon' catch a body, then he flee the scene (Lil' bitch)
I still put the G-Star on my jeans(Lil' rich)
She ask me if I love her, only in her dreams (Lil' bitch)
Keep my stick on me, make you bleed (Okay)
Would have never shot you if you let me be (Okay)
Young Rich Nigga, that's a guarantee (Okay)
I be with them killers like Jeffrey