Juicy J - Scholarship
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Формат: mp3
Исполнители: Juicy J
Битрейт: 192 Kbps
Размер: 4.8 Mb
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[Intro – x8:]
Get your money!
[Chorus:]
Say you need some extra cash to pay for college with,
And it just so happens I got a lot of it,
Spin around the pole while you're doin splits,
By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship.
You a college chick, you a college chick,
Keep twerkin, baby, might earn you a scholarship.
You a college chick, you a college chick,
Keep twerkin, baby, might earn you a scholarship.
Hundred dollars, hundred dollars, hundred dollars trick,
Hundred dollars, hundred dollars, hundred dollars trick,
You a college chick, you a college chick,
By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship.
[Verse 1:]
Clap that ass just like the clapper,
All these bands, now these bitches wanna fuck with rappers.
I got my Ghost outside, I call it Casper,
Ain't no nigga fly as Juicy J, ask NASA.
Show me some, I might owe you some,
Them bands waitin and I know you want ‘em,
I'm tryna pay your student loans.
Fuck your boyfriend, I don't want your number,
Let me get that becky while I'm rollin up.
Send my watch back to my jeweler, it ain't cold enough,
Just a bunch of bad college chicks in the W with no clothes on.
Trippy cup in my hand in the bathtub with my robe on,
Tell all your girlfriend that I'm breakin bread and down to fuck,
One night, fuck a wife, trippy niggas never cuff!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
Well fuck her master, she got her bachelor,
So she only fuckin' rappers, she tired of Kappas,
And she only shake for backups, so shake it faster,
It gets better every chapter, spit that Project Patta.
She call me master!
Money, money, money while she grindin' on the pole,
Dollar for a show but don't nobody gotta know.
Get it, get it off the floor!
She shakin' it like she strippin',
She only representin' for her bitches out in Memphis,
Hol' up, hol' up, wait a minute! I just came to my senses –
I'm trippin' if I'm trickin', if I'm payin' your tuition
‘Cause you know a couple principles or pals in your division,
Pay attention, how I'm livin', bet you hate it like detention,
Mothafuckа!
[Chorus]
Get your money!
[Chorus:]
Say you need some extra cash to pay for college with,
And it just so happens I got a lot of it,
Spin around the pole while you're doin splits,
By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship.
You a college chick, you a college chick,
Keep twerkin, baby, might earn you a scholarship.
You a college chick, you a college chick,
Keep twerkin, baby, might earn you a scholarship.
Hundred dollars, hundred dollars, hundred dollars trick,
Hundred dollars, hundred dollars, hundred dollars trick,
You a college chick, you a college chick,
By the end of the night might earn you a scholarship.
[Verse 1:]
Clap that ass just like the clapper,
All these bands, now these bitches wanna fuck with rappers.
I got my Ghost outside, I call it Casper,
Ain't no nigga fly as Juicy J, ask NASA.
Show me some, I might owe you some,
Them bands waitin and I know you want ‘em,
I'm tryna pay your student loans.
Fuck your boyfriend, I don't want your number,
Let me get that becky while I'm rollin up.
Send my watch back to my jeweler, it ain't cold enough,
Just a bunch of bad college chicks in the W with no clothes on.
Trippy cup in my hand in the bathtub with my robe on,
Tell all your girlfriend that I'm breakin bread and down to fuck,
One night, fuck a wife, trippy niggas never cuff!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
Well fuck her master, she got her bachelor,
So she only fuckin' rappers, she tired of Kappas,
And she only shake for backups, so shake it faster,
It gets better every chapter, spit that Project Patta.
She call me master!
Money, money, money while she grindin' on the pole,
Dollar for a show but don't nobody gotta know.
Get it, get it off the floor!
She shakin' it like she strippin',
She only representin' for her bitches out in Memphis,
Hol' up, hol' up, wait a minute! I just came to my senses –
I'm trippin' if I'm trickin', if I'm payin' your tuition
‘Cause you know a couple principles or pals in your division,
Pay attention, how I'm livin', bet you hate it like detention,
Mothafuckа!
[Chorus]
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