Juice - London Jae, B.o.B

I got 99 problems, nigga 99 flavors

Big crib sit on 99 acres

I got 99 bitches, brought me 99 haters

Two cups, five rings, I’m a laker

Ay, if she bad Imma take her

If she ain’t fucking Imma make her

And if she rich, Imma break her

Poolside, sipping mud, dripping flavor

I got the juice

Start running with your cup

GirI I got the juice

All your friends want a sip

Take a dip in the pool

She can’t hold it back when she ready to choose

Start running with your cup

Girl I got the juice

I be fresher than a salad nigga

This kind of swag is a blessing

Big ring for the nigga

I’m dripping daddy dressing

I’m having money like a motherfucker

Running through the paper like Hammer

Pull up on whoever and get to em

I’m on the beach in some sandals nigga

Feeling like a player, way I’m kicking shit

These bitches wanna hang like a nail

Get to peeling shit

I move around the city like the mayor

And I’m on my grind

Running out of time in this verse nigga press rewind

She a tutor, and she work at Hooters

Working on her Zumba

She from Cuba, told me come and scoop her

I’ll be over sooner

I be zooming, never let my roof up, whipping like it’s Kunta

Unidentified foreign object, take me to your ruler, right

She bout to let me scuba dive

Legs up like some suicides

She gone throw it at me, Imma utilize

Kill that pussy, now it’s crucified

Resurrect, give me hella neck, like a turtleneck

Take a break, let a nigga rest, light a cigarette

No regrets, kinda like a porno movie set

We execs, hopping off the jet, off to Paris next