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  • Juice WRLD – That’s a 50 Lyrics

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    [Intro: Juice WRLD]
    Oh-oh-oh
    Oh-oh-oh
    Oh-oh (Oh, oh)
    Oh, ho (Oh)
    Yeah

    [Chorus: Juice WRLD]
    Bank account on 50 (Uh)
    My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
    That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
    Bank account on 50 (Uh)
    My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
    That’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah, yeah), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah, yeah)
    Groupies showin’ me love, they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh, huh)
    If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh, huh)
    Bank account on 50 (Uh, huh)
    My clip hold like 50 (Uh, huh)
    That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, huh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)

    [Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
    Bank account on 50
    I ain’t talkin’ 50 thousand
    I get your girl so damn wet, her pussy like a fountain
    In the club I got my .40, nigga, fuck a bouncer
    That lil’ bitch a basketball the way her ass be bouncin’
    Ya dig, the lil’ bitch gon’ swallow my kids
    If you fuck with me, or with my money
    I promise you we gon’ be up in your crib
    Uh, yeah, we runnin’ in your shit, no runnin’ out
    Yeah, my money long, it ain’t no runnin’ out
    Run it up, run it up, on they ass
    Get the cash, secure the bag, secure the bag, make it fast
    Chi-Town put it on the map, put it on the map like a Jordan fan
    Choppa like a fan, burn ’em like a tan
    Bro gon’ kill your mans (Ah)
    So I ain’t gon’ fight your man
    It’s a wrap when I come through, no saran
    I’ma pull his bitch like a card from a poker hand
    Bullets flyin’, make ’em dance
    Hokey Pokey on they ass

    [Chorus: Juice WRLD & Playboi Carti]
    Bank account on 50
    My clip hold like 50
    That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
    Bank account on 50
    My clip hold like 50
    That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, yeah)
    Groupies showin’ me love (What up), they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh, hold up, yeah)
    If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh)
    Bank account on 50 (Uh, I put them racks up)
    My clip hold like 50 (Uh, I put them racks up)
    That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh, I got a bag), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)

    [Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
    50 round drum gon’ burst
    Double Cs all on her purse
    Ain’t tryna fuck with no Perky
    Bitch can’t fuck on the Perk
    Big Backwood that sherbet
    Smokin’ that herb
    I dress like this on purpose
    You know I got work
    Ridin’ ’round town with the Birkin
    .38 Glock
    Ridin’ ’round town with a Birkin
    Watch your motherfuckin’ flop
    Don’t fuck with no cops
    Never can’t fuck with no cop
    Poppin’, gon’ shoot at a cop
    Poppin’, gon’ shoot at a opp
    Beanbags all I did
    Like a motherfuckin’ lot
    Wanna’ try me and my friend?
    Get hit off the block
    Hellcat ridin’ ’round the block (Slatt)
    Juice spit [?] get popped (Yeah)

    [Chorus: Juice WRLD &Playboi Carti]
    Bank account on 50
    My clip hold like 50 (Hold up, yeah)
    That’s a fuckin’ titty, that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
    Bank account on 50 (I put them racks up)
    My clip hold like 50 (I put them racks up)
    That’s a fuckin’ titty (I got a bag), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh)
    Groupie showin’ me love, they in the crowd showin’ me they titties (Uh)
    If it ain’t about the money, then fuck it, get to the nitty gritty (Uh)
    Bank account on 50 (Uh)
    My clip hold like 50 (Uh)
    That’s a fuckin’ titty (Uh), that’s a fuckin’ titty (Yeah)


  • Wale – Good To Great (feat. Phil Ade)

    [Intro: Wale]
    I got every right to feel myself, right, baby?
    True story, right?
    I told her I’d pick her up, she said, “Cool”
    She said, “What time,” I said, “2”
    Then she asked me what time she’d be back
    I said, “2:30”
    She said, “Pssh, like that?”
    I said, “Pssh, I’ve been like that”
    That’s a whole tomorrow, plus I threw in thirty
    So grab your Louis ‘cause time’s burning

    [Pre-Chorus: Wale]
    Ain’t tryna do much
    But you know the bottles on us
    The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
    I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
    I’m probably too much
    I party too much
    In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
    4 to 4:30, it’s over one day

    [Chorus: Wale]
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can make her good the great in one day
    I can make her good the great in one day
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can make her good the great in one day
    I can make her good, good, good, good

    [Verse 1: Wale]
    Show some support, yeah
    A real one across the board, yeah
    Chill, shawty, I know you annoyed, look
    They comic books to you, I’m Rob Report
    Mi amor, I’m popular
    I’m not a heartthrob, but the broads in love, yeah
    At the club, the bosanova
    Them Barry’s a moment
    Won’t embarrass you, baby girl
    But them broads with us
    Telly is goin’ spill
    I hit it to Lauryn Hill
    I really fix up your swag
    I get all your old bags and give it to Goodwill, woo!

    [Bridge: Phil Ade]
    She don’t think, just go with it
    A little drink, little smoke with it
    Do anything for a dollar though
    If she want it, then she gon’ get it
    Have another, girl, it’s on me
    Bet you’ll get drunk, then call me
    In the club all night long
    This how it goes when the lights off

    [Pre-Chorus: Wale]
    Ain’t tryna do much
    But you know the bottles on us
    The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
    I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
    I’m probably too much
    I party too much
    In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
    4 to 4:30, it’s over one day

    [Chorus: Wale]
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can make her good the great in one day
    I can make her good the great in one day
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can make her good the great in one day
    I can make her good, good, good, good

    [Verse 2: Wale]
    Show me your worth, mmm
    Double Cs you put in your purse, cute
    Hermes might get you the Birkin
    I give you the world if you intelligent first
    Get your confidence and your relevance up, mmm
    Tell younger women it’s better to love, mmm
    I’m trine keep all our chemistry good
    We mentally good
    If it’s negative energy I’m gonna give you the deuce
    You really a real one
    So I’m givin’ you real love
    And I tell you look good
    You lookin’ at IG, you tell me it ain’t enough
    You lie

    [Bridge: Phil Ade]
    She don’t think, just go with it
    A little drink, little smoke with it
    Do anything for a dollar though
    If she want it, then she gon’ get it
    Have another, girl, it’s on me
    Bet you’ll get drunk, then call me
    In the club all night long
    This how it goes when the lights off

    [Pre-Chorus: Wale]
    Ain’t tryna do much
    But you know the bottles on us
    The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
    I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
    I’m probably too much
    I party too much
    In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
    4 to 4:30, it’s over one day

    [Chorus: Wale]
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can make her good the great in one day
    I can make her good the great in one day
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can turn her good to great in one day
    I can make her good the great in one day
    I can make her good, good, good, good