Juicy J Only For You Lyrics

Hey mane
Have you ever had that one chick that huh
You know, you would do anything for
She feel like she the one
Let's get it

Only for you I will go get the new foreign
Only for you I will go buy a Patek
Only for you I will put you in Gucci and Louis
And ice at your wrist and your neck
Only for you I could say I'm committed
Only for you I could show some respect
Only for you I can ignore them bitches
And not even thinking about hitting 'em back

Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga
Don't pick up, fuck that nigga
Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga (fuck that nigga)
Don't cry, fuck that nigga
He ain't like me, fuck that nigga
You don't even really love that nigga
You don't really trust that nigga
You don't even wanna fuck that nigga

I've done got tired of creepin' on the low
What you wanna do, got a let a nigga know
I can get you everything out the store
I can take you where you wanna go
Whip game on his and hers
Bermez blue shoes and furs
Too much bread in her purse
She spoiled, I make it worse
Yeah, she's like a bad influence
She fuck up the bag, we ruined
Yeah she act like she know the plug, huh
She act like she know what she doing, hey
I don't care none 'bout all these other lil' bitches and what they be doing hmm
None of these niggas like me, but I know I got all these niggas influenced

Only for you I will go get the new foreign
Only for you I will go buy a Patek
Only for you I will put you in Gucci and Louis
And ice at your wrist and your neck
Only for you I could say I'm committed
Only for you I could show some respect
Only for you I can ignore them bitches
And not even thinking about hitting 'em back

Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga
Don't pick up, fuck that nigga (fuck 'em)
Fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga (fuck that nigga)
Don't cry, fuck that nigga
He ain't like me, fuck that nigga (fuck that nigga)
You don't even really love that nigga
You don't really trust that nigga
You don't even wanna fuck that nigga

Run that check up, pull your dress up
He ain't like me, tell him back up
She go crazy when I flex up
You done fucked up, now I'm next up
She got ass on her for days, now it's time to step up her breast cup
Got her legs up in the air just like a mothafucking Tesla
I got codeine, I got ganja, I look like I got a sponsor
She direct me like a compass
In her throat just like some tonsils
Bought some ice to cool you out
Put you up then pull you out
You in the club, I'm in the streets
By the end of the night you on my couch

Only for you I will go get the new foreign
Only for you I will go buy a Patek
Only for you I will put you in Gucci and Louis
And ice at your wrist and your neck
Only for you I could say I'm committed
Only for you I could show some respect
Only for you I can ignore them bitches
And not even thinking about hitting 'em back

Hey, fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga
Don't pick up, fuck that nigga (fuck 'em)
Fuck with a real nigga, fuck that nigga (fuck that nigga)
Don't cry, fuck that nigga
He ain't like me, fuck that nigga
You don't even really love that nigga (fuck that nigga)
You don't really trust that nigga
You don't even wanna fuck that nigga