Juggin’

[Produced by: Matthew Ali]

[Hook: Matthew Ali]
Bitch I came from nothing I was trapping in them hallways
All up on your bitches yeah you know that i'm a star aye
Run up on you broad day, you gone get it broad day
And I cook the pussy had to cook it like some sauté
Nigga you was taking breaks, nigga I was all day
That's why I be stacking up, I cash out in the mall aye
30 on, Balenciaga's, she think that i'm Kanye
I'm juggin' X3

[Verse 1: Mali Smith]
Yeah, been had your bread and your bitches, i'm racking them up
Tell em' go check on the numbers
I only like mothers, gave me the actual meaning of a motherfucker
Let me know how you feeling
Is you tryna' buss a move?
Heard you talking with your hands
Well show a nigga what it do
Show me if you bout it bout it, oh you really with it?
Well take a stand bro
Show a nigga that you Rambo
Oh that's like your real girl?
Like y'all deadass going out?
Like frfr shit?
Take a look up in our thread
I ate her pussy like some mango's
And I really let that thang' go
I don't run up out of ammo
I got money on my body
Money color of my camo's
Got you running while i'm bussing
Looking like he do the tango
And i'm wherever gang go, yeah i'm wherever gang go
I got your rent in my mouth
I got your girl from the south
I do not never announce
They cannot fuck with the sound
They sound like everyone out, everyone out is a hoe
All of you niggas a no, fuck with your hoe
Only cause everyone tryna' fuck with your hoe

[Hook: Matthew Ali]
Bitch I came from nothing I was trapping in them hallways
All up on your bitches yeah you know that i'm a star aye
Run up on you broad day, you gone get it broad day
And I cook the pussy had to cook it like some sauté
Nigga you was taking breaks, nigga I was all day
That's why I be stacking up, I cash out in the mall aye
30 on, Balenciaga's, she think that i'm Kanye
I'm juggin' X3

[Verse 1: Matthew Ali]
Yeah, switch the flow on them bitches
Sipping lean, getting throw'ed on them bitches
Pull up on you in 2 whips, 20 inch rims get thrown on them bitches ugh
Iced out both of my wristes
Hitting that bitch don't need no digits
In that club don't need no tickets
Fuck your crew cause we them niggas, yeah
And i'm flexing, belt buckle on Texas
We keep it 100, you lil' niggas keep it Gretzky
Yeah she wanna fuck, she think that i'm sexy
Gave a fake number I do not know who she texting
Ain't my problem though
Steady mobbin' though
Money on your head, that's a yarmulke
Hallelujah though, made it out the hood
Fuck her on the low, call her Monica
Nigga where your girlfriend stay?
Cause i'm tryna' fly her ass out
I seen her taking pics on the gram, with her ass out
I mean she got the type of yams to make me pass out
She fuck the boy one time and then I
"Cashed Out"

[Hook: Matthew Ali]
Bitch I came from nothing I was trapping in them hallways
All up on your bitches yeah you know that i'm a star aye
Run up on you broad day, you gone get it broad day
And I cook the pussy had to cook it like some sauté
Nigga you was taking breaks, nigga I was all day
That's why I be stacking up, I cash out in the mall aye
30 on, Balenciaga's, she think that i'm Kanye
I'm juggin' X3

[Outro: Mali Smith]
I'm juggin', i'm juggin'
Bitch I been working
Bitch I put that work in
Bitch I been working
You can't hit me cause i'm working
I don't got no time cause i'm working
Bitch I been working
On your bitch I put that work in
Bitch I been workin
I said bitch I been working
Sheesh!