Three 60(Explicit) - Juicy J

My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
Got them b**ches wanting to f**k, got them haters tryna' f**k with me
Yeah they so persistent with they ignorance
Consistent with this sh*t, I get a little bit more meticulous
Descriptive when I spit that sh*t
Ni**a we really live in this Jet
It's not fictitious, ask your b**ch cause she's been in it
Impressed with how I'm dressed, and this ain't sh*t bae I'm just chilling
I'm never stressed, never let 'em see me sweat
Asking who designed my sweats, examine me like I'm a exhibit
If I grew it how'd I do it, how much was it, where'd I get it
It's sickening but I'm not tripping, love I know how to fix 'em
Broke niggas keep whining so I cop more diamonds
All my cars got leather and wood
All my hoes is nine's and dimes
All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high
All my nights I'm looking for the best time I can find
Sleeping when it's over, even though a Lifer will never die
My bath tub lift up, my walls do a three-sixty
Juicy J pimp sh*t hard on a b**ch
Talk the draw's off a b**ch
Backstage at my show, got two or three hoes let 'em slob on my dick
Take a look at my wrist, you can tell I'm paid
Rich ni**a sh*t, I bet your b**ch give me head on stage
Maybach outside, still getting head while I drive
Ni**a so high, if I fall off I'm sill gon' land in the sky
Got lean in my cup, a room full of sluts, they all gon' f**k
A girl named Holly, gone on the molly
She gon' wake up with a mouth full of nuts
Curren$y the Hot Spitta, Juicy J
Double cup full of that UGK
B**ch I shine like a U.V. ray
And I get head like a new toupee
Scared money don't make no money
I make your ho open my door for me
I copped the Phantom, all black
I'm in the back with a snow bunny
Ferrari faster than the roadrunner
I bought that b**ch with my show money
Damn right ni**a, I paid cash
Yeah ho, I don't owe nothing
I'm feeling like Superman, I'm smoking on Kryptonite
I'm living that trippy life
Damn right ni**a, we don't miss a night