Lyrics Juice WRLD – Stranger
Text:
Hmm, ayy
CashMoneyAP
Broke niggas pay attention, here’s some motivation
AP on the beat
Broke niggas pay attention, here’s some motivation
I’m in LA, counting cash and Californicatin’
If I want it, I get a ‘Rari just to drag race
We acting up floor to floor and we don’t need no ashtray
And we keep it moving forward, we don’t ever backspace
I heard you just bought a Ford, I’m finna buy a Mercedes
Early to the money, when these other niggas past, late
You can’t have a comma with me, ’till you get your cash straight
Woke up feeling rich bitch, but that’s not enough
Codeine in my cup, ain’t no Robitussin
Fuck a pick me up, I really need a Perc-me-up
Me and my homies be doing drugs ’cause all of these ho’s be irking us
You said you had a boyfriend five minutes ago
Found out I got the bag, Suvi jeans no Balmain
Don’t look at her tag, all these bitches fair game
Your ho might get smashed, you know she gon’ fuck on a rubber band man
I spent fifty k within a month, ho
I just put a zip into a blunt, ho
Niggas iffy, uh, I get on that «Gummo»
Got bitch sticking tongue out whenever, ever run ho
Broke niggas pay attention, here’s some motivation
I’m in LA, counting cash and Californicatin’
If I want it, I get a ‘Rari just to drag race
We acting up floor to floor and we don’t need no ashtray
And we keep it moving forward, we don’t ever backspace
Early to the money, when these other niggas past, late
You can’t have a comma with me, ’till you get your cash straight
You know we can’t conversate, you a broke boy
You librarian, you make no noise
No vegetarian, you want no beef
Think you know it all, bitch, you don’t know me
And I can’t trust these niggas, they be police
The type to tell on all they friends and they homies
Don’t need no friends, I can do it by my lonely
It’s only one of me, fuck nigga tryna clone me
Mask on my face, bitch, trick or treat
Glock kinda hungry, take it out to eat
Get it big, damnit, I’m hella fiend
Freak niggas shooting, beauty and the beast
Yeah
Broke niggas pay attention, here’s some motivation
I’m in LA, counting cash and Californicatin’
If I want it, I get a ‘Rari just to drag race
We acting up floor to floor and we don’t need no ashtray
And we keep it moving forward, we don’t ever backspace
I heard you just bought a Ford, I’m finna buy a Mercedes
Early to the money, when these other niggas past, late
You can’t have a comma with me, ’till you get your cash straight