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money hunt (studio session) - juice wrld lyrics

[intro]
i smoke two blunts, i call that double dutch
woah, oh, oh
woah, oh, oh
i’m on the money hunt, i’m on the money hunt

[chorus]
i got my hand on my ruger
i be cooler than a cooler
vvs on me, no jeweler
rollie with that new franck muller
run up on me, i’ma shoot ya
versace on me like medusa
i got my hand on my ruger, i got my hand on my ruger

[verse 1]
i f*ck yo b*tch in my show, she hear me on the radio
she say she wanna do me slow, i said that i already know
baby girl just hit my phone
i pop a xan and a half
n*ggas won’t leave me alone
i know that there’s one more of me
these n*ggas some clones
these n*ggas some clones, these n*ggas some hoes
f*ckin’ that b*tch, i ain’t takin it slow
pop a molly then i’m losin’ control
after i f*ck her then she gotta go
she already know, they already know, already know, already know
[chorus]
i got my hand on my ruger
i be cooler than a cooler
vvs on me, no jeweler
rollie with that new franck muller
run up on me, i’ma shoot ya
versace on me like medusa
i got my hand on my ruger, i got my hand on my ruger

[verse 2]
b*tch i’m ballin’, and shot callin’
i want it, i got it
run up on me and i pop it
i keep my gun in my pocket
three thousand up in my wallet
i just may take yo b*tch shoppin’, i’m takin’ off like a rocket
versace all up on my waist
i’m willing to spare
run up on me, then i’m shootin’, i’m doin’ you in
n*ggas be stealin’ my flow, same way i’m stealin’ they hoes
already know, f*ckin’ that b*tch on the floor
tell her come give me some more
f*ckin’ that b*tch in the room, in the kitchen whippin’ dough
and then she put it in her nose
she said that she lovin’ the blow, finna blow
[refrain]
i smoke two blunts, i call that double dutch (woah)
stack my money up, stack my money up (woah)
came from a long way, goin’ ninety on the highway
i’m on the money hunt, i’m on a money hunt

[refrain]
i smoke two blunts, i call that double dutch (woah)
stack my money up, stack my money up (woah)
came from a long way, goin’ ninety on the highway
i’m on the money hunt, i’m on a money hunt

[verse 3]
i got my hand on my ruger
my clip be long like a ruler
i got my hand on my ruger, i got my hand on my ruger
i got my hand on my ruger, woah
swervin’ that b*tch and i’m cruisin’
winnin’ all*day, i ain’t losin’
b*tch on my d*ck ’cause she choosin’
beat the p*ssy up, i’m gon’ abuse it
show you how a real n*gga do it
i be in the city makin’ movements
it’s a stick up bae, no movin’
i’m coolin’, me and my ruger
i got my hand on my ruger
i rick the ruler, she won i’ll [?] the ruler
i got my hand on my ruger
i never been a loser, ’cause i got my ruger, yeah
i keep my hand on my ruger, and i got a couple of shooters
you talkin’, that sh*t may do ya
hollow tips to your medula
versace on me like medusa
i got my hand on my ruger
soviet jeans go with my ruger
raf simon’s matchin’ my ruger
gucci it match with my ruger
off of these xans, i’m a zombie (yeah)
off of these xans, you cannot stop me (yeah)
she f*cked with the squad
she know that she owe me
she don’t know the new me
she love the old me
she say she a freak, lil b*tch, show me
they already know, they already know
they already know, ayy, they already know, ayy
i know that they know, ayy, yeah, i know that they know
count my guapo with my new thing, hey
count her money in my mustang, ayy
[chorus]
i got my hand on my ruger
i be cooler than a cooler
vvs on me, no jeweler
rollie with that new franck muller
run up on me, i’ma shoot ya
versace on me like medusa
i got my hand on my ruger, i got my hand on my ruger

- juice wrld lyrics

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