DJ Infamous, Hitmaka, Jeezy, Ludacris, The Game, Juicy J - Double Cup lyrics

(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 logo, 36 of that coco
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, talkin' Conan
Fuck who lied to ya
Can you believe this shit?
Fuck 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
Fit's 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?" I said VP
Vice President Young, you've got to see me
Nigga fuck around won't get an album date
I'll have 'em drop your ass on GP
Now I'm fucked up and that's fucked up
Your bitch on me now, tough luck
I don't do the lean, don't fuck with molly
And that's grown shit in that white cup
We talkin' bout
(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, 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 fuck
Y'all niggas 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 fuck hoes to kill time
Your plane got them delays, we
On my jet, nigga, 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 fuckin' ghost town!

(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

Gettin' money, that's every day
Candy paint on my Chevrolet
Rollin' up that A+
'bout to pour up to meditate
A nigga 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 niggas'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 nigga, I'm a Memphis nigga
In a ho mouth like dentures, nigga
All I talk is big money
Anything else is senseless, nigga
Smoke some more, I'ma sip some more
I'ma fuck your bitch 'til she pigeon-toed
In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured
With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed

Aye yo, Inf'
I just came through in that Rolls Royce
Levis, Margielas, ask about me
I'm the hoes' choice tight eyes, gold cup
Watch me lean in that soy sauce
If niggas sprayed up my Phantom
I'd walked away like that boy Ross
Murciélago with the doors off
Hit the club straight throwed off
Popped a molly then rode off
She had her clothes off before we drove off
Woo, My nigga, her head game
I'mma tell you 'bout it
But "woo!" my nigga, had ten racks
She sucked me out of it
I need more mollies, I need more drinks
She wonder why her friend can't get
Up on the couch with us that ho stink
Bugatti, rose paint
I ball hard cause D rose can't
Got a 100 bottles comin' to my table
Fuck you hoes think?
(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