Juice WRLD - Hop Out (Same Clothes) lyrics

Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris (Oh, oh)
Nigga, G-Money picked me up today
Where the fuck you at? (Oh, oh)
Ten racks, it's a Goyard bag, bitch (Oh, oh)
All I need is a bad bitch
Counting money is a habit, triple nine

Hop out the coupe, let the doors close
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Every day I'm off a Xan or a narco
And I know these bitches scan like a barcode
I'm too busy swimming through the money
Really feeling like a shark though
(Cash, cash, cash)

Pop-out the cut with the 40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to
Wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these niggas can't
Tell me where I can't go
Pop-out the cut with the 40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to
Wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these niggas can't
Tell me where I can't go

Walking in the room, find it on my shoes
I could never lose, I don't got shit to lose
But don't get it confused
I took a loss or two
I remember when I lived on Misery Avenue
I remember taking drugs, a couple Percs
That'll do lost so many friends 'cause I
Had such a bad attitude
All them pretty girls, I'm sorry
I can't stay mad at you
So still come through, ho, we
Can make a move, ho
I don't need one Xan, I need two, ho
Counted up like twenty bands
Did that with my eyes closed
I ain't ever been to France
But I got a French ho
In a two door, kicking that shit like Judo

Pop-out the cut with the 40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to
Wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these niggas can't
Tell me where I can't go
Pop-out the cut with the 40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to
Wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these niggas can't
Tell me where I can't go

I remember when they thought I was a lame-o
Now I'm calling all the bad hoes, lame hoes
I don't have a main ho
All girls are the same, ho
I was in a Bentley truck
Now I need a Range Rove'
I'ma go where they can't go
I need a chain like the Django
I was just smoking on mango
They ain't even look like G-Fazos
My room look like a gun show
Need a Draco with a condo
Hit a nigga with a combo
I ain't really tryna fight though
I be geeking off the X, ho
Finna go fuck on my ex ho
I do that shit out of spite
Though, hit the strip club
It's a rainstorm
I don't really wanna brag, but
I do it so good I get paid for it
The Draco with a Gucci backpack, fuck it
I'ma be a psycho

Pop-out the cut with the 40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to
Wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these niggas can't
Tell me where I can't go
Pop-out the cut with the 40 (Pew, pew, pew)
I remember when I used to
Wear the same clothes
Now I got a Goyard bag full of bankrolls
I need a passport so these niggas can't
Tell me where I can't go

Stunt on these fuck-niggas