Money On The Couch Lyrics - Solja Rags - Juvenile

I went through with the plan, now the man sendin' me grams 

My coke organization still infestin' the land 

No joke, built my Mama an estate in the Bahamas 

Crops of marijuana protected by Big Timers 

Hand, full of ice, it's gangsta's paradise 

Expensive merchandise, I had to sacrifice for the glamorous life 

Don P. for breakfast, Benz, stretches and Lexus 

Distribution of coke from Louisiana to Texas 

Some fabricated but fascinated by the way that I made it 

Now my name is implicated with the greatest 

Wearin' the latest, leather fatigues and B.B.H. 

Brand new Mercedes, parked in front of my new estate 

Twelve o'clock we gave him, caviar, is what we ate 

Party with killas, paraphernalia full of projects 

Dope snorters or prospects, the rob your shop necks 

But I gets pissed and send hits, don't fuck with my shit 

Wig split, the heel, whoever he roll with 

Admit it, you did it, tongue too tied? Well say somethin' 

Nine's bustin', bringin' your platoon to destruction 

Continue to hustlin', givin' up nothin' where the dope at? 

Crackers can get the Bauds at because I'm pro Black 

Think I'm a foreigner, he wasn't holdin' up his side of his deal 

Alien gotta be killed, sent to the coroner 

I'm sure he would have gone before the judge 

With somethin' concrete, to send me 'cuz 

He was holdin' a grudge, fuckin' over a thug 

Told my bitch I want him dead 

Bring me his head, fill him with lead 

Heard what I said? Don't betray me 

I'll put you on the streets and make you weak 

With carrots and stones up on fingers and your teeth 

And built you a home next to the beach and luxury cars we creep 

Here's the nine, I don't have time, make it discreet 

Money on the couch, nigga 

Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga 

Shut'cha mouth, nigga 

Put the money on the couch, nigga 

Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga 

Shut'cha mouth, nigga 

Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga 

I know that my cousin Lil' Kerzaw 

He sold up outta his backyard 

And sold up shit, from the seventeen all the way up to the Ninth Ward 

You know he rolls up in the caddy 

It's about that time to go roasts and vogue 

I'ma go on the passenger side, fuckin' with every last hoe 

Nigga Russ was up in that car shop 

Ready to get all the seats fixed 

Let me go scope me a knee fit, so I can go out to the Freaknik 

Shit, I'm the lyrical genius 

Drop down on your knees to the penis 

The nigga be talkin' the shit about my family but I never did seen it 

I'm larger than large, if you came home with two heroin charges 

And I still got somethin' stashed in the garages 

Y'all is petty, it's gone take two to fill my stamina 

When I pass the camera, flash, fuck the amateurs 

Ya better be top notch 

Or I'ma cock my rhyme glock 

To wound ya, and paint your death 

With my autograph on your tumor 

Money on the couch, nigga 

Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga 

Shut'cha mouth, nigga 

Put the money on the couch, nigga 

Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga 

Shut'cha mouth, nigga 

Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga 

I'm straight from the ghetto, the Mac they make the foes shake 

Then I left that spot and I went to the T where the triflin' hoes play 

They comin' to me and they blowin' that funky fire 

I'm grabbin' a beer and them blunts be gettin' me higher 

Due to my clique, I walked to the front door 

Hope it ain't them po-po's 

I looked through the blinds, it went through my mind 

"What I have to run for?" 

Nobody would want to test me, especially comin' to arrest me 

Old body and soul, it's a must I leave you cold 

Keep it chilly, chilly when I'm jigglin' jigglin' money 

Some niggas say okay, but you can say no way 

I'm drinkin' for honey 

If I wouldn't be kickin' these rhymes so funky 

You and your crew would never have bought 

My shit like junkies 

A part of a, "Ki" is all that I need 

To get on my feet, up outta the weed 

The capital "C", I do it for weed and even a "G" for slangin' them kis, 

I'm puttin' in it your face, Juvenile lookin' for a bitch now 

Don't have no time for no foreplay 

I'm simply gonna lay this dick down 

Niggas be comin' with dope lines 

Gimme the chance I'ma flow mine 

I'm tearin' this bitch up in no time 

No fuckin' ya up 'cuz you know I'm 

Funky like a club that's filled up with fat men fartin' 

And never a bad thought in my mind 'cuz I'm steadily plottin' 

Money on the couch, nigga 

Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga 

Shut'cha mouth, nigga 

Put the money on the couch, nigga 

Gimme everything, I'll pay your house, nigga 

Shut'cha mouth, nigga 

Put the money on the couch shut'cha mouth, nigga