YG, Juicy J - I Like lyrics
[YG, Juicy J - I Like lyrics]
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that’s what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
‘Cause that’s what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
‘Cause that’s what I like
That’s what I like, yeah, that’s what I like
If she look like Beyonce, that’s what I pipe
But never no wife, I do these hoes trife
This my bread, you will never get a slice
Big dick bandit, fuck you wanna hand me?
It’s a no-go if that pussy smell like salmon
I said I wanna fuck, she said "K"
In one day, I blew 100K
We in Miami, staying at the Perry
You always getting milked like you
Stayed at the dairy
I be having problems, personal problems
I overdosed on Gucci and Dolce Gabbana
Got the clip in the K that’s a big ass comma
You ain’t getting money? I
Don’t have that problem
That pussy wet like pasta
I don’t eat lobster i gave her that dick and
Told her "Hasta mañana"
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that’s what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
‘Cause that’s what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
‘Cause that’s what I like
Flex it like an athlete
Ain’t no neighbors by my home
Get faded like I’m fishing so
You bitches know I’m gone
You know I’m getting blown –
Your girl give me dome
Fucked her to The Weeknd ‘cause she
Heard me on The Zone
Gucci I got on – Louis I got on
If it ain’t about no money, then please
Leave me alone
Hundreds I’m throwing, stupid bitch I’m grown
How you gong get these bands
If your clothes still on?
Lean and Patrón, good weed and gin
Pass out, wake up and do it again
Bitch I go in, don’t act like you don’t know
You say no to turn-up, Juicy J don’t
Finessing them racks, moving them packs
Spending them bands, making ‘em back
Haters gon’ hate, that’s a guarantee
Be about your money
Broke niggas ain’t hearing me
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that’s what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
‘Cause that’s what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
‘Cause that’s what I like
Big booty bitches, that’s what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
‘Cause that’s what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
‘Cause that’s what I like
That’s what I like, yeah, that’s what I like
If she look like Beyonce, that’s what I pipe
But never no wife, I do these hoes trife
This my bread, you will never get a slice
Big dick bandit, fuck you wanna hand me?
It’s a no-go if that pussy smell like salmon
I said I wanna fuck, she said "K"
In one day, I blew 100K
We in Miami, staying at the Perry
You always getting milked like you
Stayed at the dairy
I be having problems, personal problems
I overdosed on Gucci and Dolce Gabbana
Got the clip in the K that’s a big ass comma
You ain’t getting money? I
Don’t have that problem
That pussy wet like pasta
I don’t eat lobster i gave her that dick and
Told her "Hasta mañana"
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that’s what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
‘Cause that’s what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
‘Cause that’s what I like
Flex it like an athlete
Ain’t no neighbors by my home
Get faded like I’m fishing so
You bitches know I’m gone
You know I’m getting blown –
Your girl give me dome
Fucked her to The Weeknd ‘cause she
Heard me on The Zone
Gucci I got on – Louis I got on
If it ain’t about no money, then please
Leave me alone
Hundreds I’m throwing, stupid bitch I’m grown
How you gong get these bands
If your clothes still on?
Lean and Patrón, good weed and gin
Pass out, wake up and do it again
Bitch I go in, don’t act like you don’t know
You say no to turn-up, Juicy J don’t
Finessing them racks, moving them packs
Spending them bands, making ‘em back
Haters gon’ hate, that’s a guarantee
Be about your money
Broke niggas ain’t hearing me
I like big money, I rock big ice
Big booty bitches, that’s what I like
Ciroc on the ice, bring it with the lights
‘Cause that’s what I like, I like, I like
Yeah, that’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
That’s what I like, I like, I like
‘Cause that’s what I like