911 Singer Lyrics

And a wise man once told me, sometimes the juice ain't worth the squeeze

Yeah stock engine but its still faster than yours though

Yeah natty aspirated engine might put a turbo

Oh, turbo twins is identical, not paternal

Oh, ship my car outta state cuz I ain't wanna Turo

Oh, we can go back and forth but what is that gonna solve

If you ain't talkin' bout money then ima end the call

Hey, fourth quarter, yeah put me in, coach know I ball

Yeah, I'm leavin' here with a dub, not a L or a draw

Yeah, supercharger a Dodge boy it make a big difference

Yeah, she told you she's out with her friends, boy, now that bitch missin'

I ain't never went small, boy, I'm a big risker

Yeah, she said she only fuck a bosses baby well I'm big Mister

Yeah, need a table for a 4 reservation for a Michelin

Surrounded by bosses, socialites, and another businessmen

I been gettin' money, it ain't hard for me to fit right in

You gotta count all your blessings, some niggas never seen a win

Ask the jeweler what the reference number on this Rollie 36

I ain't really like the 41, it's too big on my wrist

Yeah, you gon' take some L's, bro, but it is what it is

Yeah, I seen niggas cut me out, so I guess business is biz

Porsche 911 Singer Turbo with the plaid seats

Yeah, with my niggas in Le Mans racing like a track meet

Yeah, wish they would've heard me out when I told them bout my vision

Niggas coulda got this money, but they didn't wanna listen

Yeah, I ain't never lookin' back, so I had to burn some bridges

Yeah, coach put me in the game, cause I put up double digits

The interior the same color as lobster cheddar bay biscuits

I just might drop the top like a present on Christmas

Out the brunch, the mimosa flavor for hibiscus

You got a plan? well than pitch it. I keep some bands to my britches

I smoke some grams of the gushers, make sure the family comfy

The auto-pay hitting monthly

There's beauty when your down and out

And karmas something like a roundabout

I was lost, but I think I found it now

I admit my wrongs and what I'm proud about

I wish I knew the streets wasn't the only route

I wish your loyalty wasn't my only doubt

I'ma stack this bread and make a money montain

Yeah, I probably made a million, but I wasn't countin'

We'd probably be together if I wasn't wildin'

Yeah, you was the right person, just the wrong timin'

Audi at the circuit, tryna beat my timing

Tesla chauffeur, you just gotta type in

I like my juice fresh, squeeze it when its ripest

Yeah, I try my best, I know that brownie's watchin'

Polo Ralph sweats, with hundreds in my pocket

Niggas talkin' on the net, but what about your profit

Yeah, I had to leave my steps, I couldn't be boxed in

Valet pulled me up the Vette, a pretty bitch had done

I ain't tryin' to impress, it's what I want as a kid

Take a walk up on the beach and you can point at the crib

A wise man once said

Sometimes the juice just ain't worth the squeeze