(Feat. Jeezy & Ludacris)




[Hook: Juicy J; Yung Berg]
(What you talkin' 'bout, Money?)

Money? (*##$, I blow it
(Talkin' 'bout weed?) Shorty, come roll it
(Talkin' 'bout hoes?) Yeah, they goin'

What about me? (*##$, 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


[Verse 1: Jeezy]
Double cup with my logo, 36 of that cocoa

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 [?]
[?] can you believe this %#@!
$#&@ 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
Fits 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?" said VP
Vice President Young, you've got to see me

^!$$% f**k around an get an album date
I'll have 'em drop your $$# on GP
Now I'm f**ked up and that's f**ked up

Your bi**h on me now, tough luck
I don't do the lean, don't f**k with molly
And that's grown %#@! in that white cup

We talkin' bout...

[Hook: Juicy J; Yung Berg]


[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Double cup with my top down, .40 cal', couple GLOCK rounds

Handcuffed your chick, that bi**h on 24-hour lockdown
And rappers got these stale flows, front hard like steel toes
The man behind that voice is gay as f**k, y'all ^!$$%s 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 f**k hoes to kill time

Your plane got them delays, we on my jet, ^!$$%, 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 f**kin' ghost town!


[Hook: Juicy J; Yung Berg]


[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Gettin' money, that's every day, candy paint on my Chevrolet
Rollin' up that A+, 'bout to pour up to meditate

A ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s'd kill for
I'm on the grind chasin' real dough, still kick %#@! like a steel toe

Codeine got me movin' slow, I've got too much money for a bill fold
Pimp-type ^!$$%, I'm a Memphis ^!$$%
In a ho mouth like dentures, ^!$$%

All I talk is big money, anything else is senseless, ^!$$%
Smoke some more, I'mma sip some more
I'mma f**k your bi**h 'til she pigeon-toed

In the Rolls Royce gettin' chauffeured
With the blinds closed, gettin' blowed

[Verse 4: Game]
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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%, her head game, I'mma tell you 'bout it
But "woo!" my ^!$$%, 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, f**k you hoes think?

[Hook: Juicy J; Yung Berg]