Juice WRLD - Purple Moncler lyrics

Yeah fentanyl and Xan both, damn
Diamonds and a Moncler (Beep)
Yeah (Beep, beep) uh (Grah)

Walking 'round Atlanta in a purple Moncler
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Money long, blonde hair, I don’t care
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Ain't that your lil' girlfriend
Standing over there?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
She walked over to my chair
(yeah, yeah, yeah, let’s go)
Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what else?)
Dick her down like my name Dirty Dan
Just call me Dirty Dan
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what else?)
She gon' twerk for these bands
She gon' hit a handstand
(yeah, yeah, uh huh, what else?)
Hollow tips ricochet
Hit him then they hit his mans
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)

Drip too hard, my Saint Laurent
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Barack Obama state of mind, nigga, "Yes
We can" (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Especially when all these haters said, "No
I can't" (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
MVP, rookie of the year, the goddamn champ
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)

She wanna fuck all night long, ready, set, go
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blow up in that bitch face
(Uh) , I confetti that ho 150 for a show
Count the fetty then I'm gone (Uh, huh)
150 be the gang, NLMB we coming strong
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)
She said she wanna love me
I told her to leave my heart alone
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I hate it when I start to
Care about these evil ass hoes
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I know that they don’t love me
They just want my fucking cash flow
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
These hoes manipulate to gather
Money and that’s wrong
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But who am I to judge? I used to
Rob and jug and hit them stains (Jug)
I can't blame another motherfucker for
Doing the same thing (yeah)
Especially when you broke
That’s the worst pain (Uh, huh)
But off me, bae, money you will not make
Oh, ain't that the truth
I'm preaching, having church, oh
(Uh, huh) for that bag
These hoes taking they shirts off (Uh, huh)
Even teach they self how to squirt, oh
(Uh, huh)
I had to expose them, guess I'm a jerk, oh

Walking ’round Atlanta in a purple Moncler
(What?)
Money long, blonde hair, I don't care
(yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh)
Ain't that your lil' girlfriend
Standing over there?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh)
She walked over to my chair
(yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh)
Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Dick her down like my name Dirty Dan
Just call me Dirty Dan
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
She gon' twerk for these bands
She gon' hit a handstand (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hollow tips ricochet
Hit him then they hit his mans
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Uh, ayy, count that cash up (Cash)
Uh, I'm too ahead they can't catch up
(Skrrt) team too ahead, they can't catch us
(Gang gang)
Fifty shots to his head, he need back up
For real i don't like toting guns
But I may have to shoot to kill (For real)
Real niggas hate that I'm winning
They don't wanna see me live
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
They too lazy to get it
It's a lot of shit to give up
(Uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Just stay focused on your
Mission, and don't ever, ever give up
(yeah) codeine and the oxycodone really
Fuckin' up my liver
My family scared of me overdosin'
I know that shit give 'em shivers
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
But don't worry, tell 'em God got me
Just to uplift 'em
But deep inside, sometimes
I wonder if God can even hear us
But I'ma keep praying (Uh)
I'ma keep hope up
I'ma keep faith (What else?)
Still gon' be a pistol-toter
Shoot him in his face (Brah)
If he get in the way of the cake (Grrah)
Heat him up, I feel like a thermometer
If it's a problem, I'm pulling out
Nigga get baked
(Let's go, let's go, let's go)

Walking 'round Atlanta in a purple Moncler
(What?)
Money long, blonde hair, I don't care
(yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh)
Ain't that your lil' girlfriend
Standing over there?
(yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh)
She walked over to my chair
(yeah, yeah, yeah, uh huh)
Then she start to dirty dance
Her hands down my pants
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
Dick her down like my name Dirty Dan
Just call me Dirty Dan
(yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
She gon' twerk for these bands
She gon' hit a handstand (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hollow tips ricochet
Hit him then they hit his mans
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Drip too hard, my Saint Laurent
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Barack Obama state of mind, nigga, "Yes
We can" (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
Especially when all these haters said, "No
I can't" (Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)
MVP, rookie of the year, the goddamn champ
(Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh)