Double Cup Lyrics

[Hook: Juicy J; Yung Berg aka Hitmaka]

(What you talkin' 'bout, Money?)

Money? Bitch, I blow it

(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it

(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'

What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'

(I've got my) double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

Double cup with my logo, 36 of that cocoa

Yeah, the product's good, you know the number's right

And if you've got to check, then it's a no-go

All this snow, I've been a snow man

Always blowin' strong [?]

[?] can you believe this shit

F-ck both of y'all, I fear no man

My top quit and that trippy, seats tan, Rice Crispy

Got a wooden handle and a shoulder strap

Fits in your trunk, it hold 50

Too many chains, that look crook

Pyrex and water would best cook

See my lil' homie with me he hold me down

He gon' take the shot just like Westbrook

"Who he think he is?" said VP

Vice President Young, you've got to see me

N-gga f-ck around an get an album date

I'll have 'em drop your ass on GP

Now I'm f-cked up and that's f-cked up

Your bitch on me now, tough luck

I don't do the lean, don't f-ck with molly

And that's grown shit in that white cup

We talkin' bout...

[Hook: Juicy J; Yung Berg aka Hitmaka]

(What you talkin' 'bout, Money?)

Money? Bitch, I blow it

(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it

(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'

What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'

(I've got my) double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

[Verse 2: Ludacris]

Double cup with my top down, .40 cal', couple GLOCK rounds

Handcuffed your chick, that bitch on 24-hour lockdown

And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes

The man behind that voice is gay as f-ck, y'all n-ggas Elmos

Been twelve years, I still shine, money long, I still grind

Used to be a thousandaire, but I had to eat - it's meal time

Then after that it's bill time, we f-ck hoes to kill time

Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, n-gga, in real time

And all up on that WiFi, sippin' on them Mai Tais

Infamous just passed the weed and gave the pilot a high-five

Meanwhile, y'all broke down, can't even hold your post down

Everywhere we go is poppin'

Everywhere you go's a f-ckin' ghost town!

[Hook: Juicy J; Yung Berg aka Hitmaka]

(What you talkin' 'bout, Money?)

Money? Bitch, I blow it

(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it

(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'

What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'

(I've got my) double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on my Chevrolet

Rollin' up that A , 'bout to pour up to meditate

A n-gga so high, might levitate, one life to live, let's celebrate

Came a long way from sellin' yay'

Now it's a 100K that should touch the stage

"Bandz A Make Her Dance" #1 on the Billboard

I can't complain, I've got a lifestyle that most y'all n-ggas'd kill for

I'm on the grind chasin' real dough, still kick shit like a steel toe

Codeine got me movin' slow, I've got too much money for a bill fold

Pimp-type n-gga, I'm a Memphis n-gga

In a ho mouth like dentures, n-gga

All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, n-gga

Smoke some more, I'mma sip some more

I'mma f-ck your bitch 'til she pigeon-toed

In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured

With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed

[Hook: Juicy J; Yung Berg aka Hitmaka]

(What you talkin' 'bout, Money?)

Money? Bitch, I blow it

(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it

(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'

What about me? Bitch, I'm rollin'

(I've got my) double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down

Double cup with my top down