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[Intro: Juicy J] Shut the fuck up! Yeah mane We still gettin' this paper Buddah Bless this beat [Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J] Jump to a check, aw, hittin' cash, hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah) Flash, she a dancer (flash, she a dancer) Stack it and fold em' (stack it and fold!) Forty-two acres (oh yeah) Fuck on my neighbor (uh) Told her don't say shit (say, say, say) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck Dawg I'm stuck (yeah) Feel no drugs (yeah) That's my love in a cup (yeah) Keep it short (yeah, yeah) Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Travis Scott] Really off balance, heard they got talent (uh) Really ecstatic, boo walkin' backwards (uh) Plane it got wood floors on the cabinet Hit the flight attendant diamond status Keep a actress on the addicts daily Looking like Boogie Nights in the 80's, aye [Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J] Jump to a check, aw, hittin' cash (yeah ho!) Hit it n' dash (yeah ho!) Flash, she a dancer (yeah ho!) Stack it and fold em' (yeah ho!) Forty-two acres (yeah ho!, okay) Fuck on my neighbor (yeah ho!) Told her don't say shit (yeah ho!) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (yeah ho!) Fuck, fuck, fuck Dawg I'm stuck (yeah) Feel no drugs (yeah) That's my love in a cup (yeah) Keep it short (yeah, yeah) Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah, yeah) Yeah, Yeah [Verse 2: Juicy J] I go live like Kodak (like Kodak) Niggas keep down fuck Xanax (Fuck that) I kill shit what's next (What's next) Nick can't stop my flex (Can't stop that) She told me to put it on her chest (Right there) She even want no check (No check) Cartier on me like Offset (Offset) Ain't even gotta rap, nigga, I'm set Get to a check (Yeah, yeah) I ain't even cash (Ain't even cash) Lookin' Fresh to death like I stepped up out a casket (out a casket) I'm gon take my shot you gon' pass it (You gon' pass) My bitch classy and she look just like Cassie But she nasty I'm Fucked up still buzzed Fill up a cup Woke up like what the fuck Let's turn up (yeah) Fuck a buzz, yeah, I need drugs lets turn up yeah Keep a torch, yeah I'm a dog you a mutt, yeah [Chorus: Travis Scott & Juicy J, Both] Jump to a check, aw, hittin' cash Hit it n' dash (yeah, yeah) Flash, she a dancer (woo) Stack it and fold em' (uh, uh) Forty-two acres (uh, okay) Fuck on my neighbor (yeah, okay) Told her don't say shit (damn, uh) Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Dawg I'm stuck (yeah) Feel no drugs (yeah) That's my love in a cup (yeah) Keep it short Got the Dawgs in the cut (yeah)

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