The juks Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Yo roll, yo' roll
My roll, my roll
Aiyo Maurice go to the store
for me son
My roll, tell that bitch Keisha come
here [Dm](yo Keisha!)
Aiyo, tell that bitch Keisha come here man
(two dutches, holler[Am], holler)
Niggas rollin' for money
over there dunn
(It's on a breathin', it's slice on,
[Dm]I want that honey's bracelet)
They gettin' it over there

[Verse 2]
Aiy[Am]o what's in it? Three
M's in the bank
Shoot it, oh you gotta stop?
[Dm]Six bitches, to the top
A four and better, beat the five
I looked him in [Am]his eyes, grabbed the dice
Son I'll five 'em better twice
for ya fuckin' life
Money [Dm]feed good, all downs is a bet
Meanin', any money on
the ground is a bet
Open up [Am]the pool, get a dicin' room
Aight bitches, use Pampers,
girls need a nice room
That's a six, [Dm]I told you that bitch
ain't claustrophic
If you ass- bettin', you just bet yo' ass
Nah, I got [Am]the money,
I even got one wit' me
And 'Von bring it too,
he on his way to come get me
[Dm]He just hit me, he'll be here in fifteen
With them two things,
grey Benz and maroon seats
I got [Am]a quarter- mil in each
of my first sleeves
The rest is in my
longjonhs, boots and jeans
[Dm]Come in the buildin',
before I pay I wanna see a three

[Verse 3]
Come in the buildin', nigga
[Dm]Pop [Am]your collar (do whatever
you do best)
Just [Dm]pop your collar (up the ladder to the hill
[Am]of success)

[Verse 4]
Aiyo, aiyo, aiyo, he had three down [Am]and
bet three M's
So you know what happened to him
[Dm]He got three rounds, we all ex- dealers
Ex- killers, we gon' ride to
the death for [Am]the skrilla
I hold my own and rep my niggas
Always oil my guns and inspect
[Dm]my triggas
Sometimes I call my lawyer just
to check my figures
He told me not to worry,
all cheques is clear[Am]in'
So fuck my rhymes,
I got the best appearance
And I survive through project [Dm]experience
You wanna roll dice or roll and ride?
No matter, you gon' get holes in[Am]side
See you fuckin' with Theodore Dieni
You fuckin' with a metaphor
King Pin
[Dm]You fuckin' with him? Wu- Tang
Wu, you fuckin' with them?
Dun, do you wanna gun to make [Am]you slim?
So I'mma pop my collar, get my dollars
Pop all parlors and [Dm]fuckin'
with money scholars
You know what I mean? Matter of fact
I'm gonna fuck with rockweilers
Pop [Am]your collar

[Verse 5]
[Am](do whatever
you do best)
Get [Dm]your dollar (New York,
up the ladder to the hill of [Am]success)
Pop all collars (you know
what we gonna do)
Just [Dm]pop your collar (New York, say no more,
New York, say no more)

[Verse 6]
Been off [Am]the Jackey Don,
rollin' the dice with a happy arm
Everything good, money on wood
Bank stoppers, I send [Dm]them home broke
Have them all in they stash,
bettin' they own coat
I takes it all, fifty and better,
[Am]you make the call
Watch you break your all, big sixes 'cause I'm
a nigga who don't like to fall
[Dm]High roller, see how my dice kiss
Push you pay me,
and if I roll trips you pay me twice bitch
[Am]I rocks, believe it or not
Come broke to a dice game,
step off and leave with a knot
Head cracks is all [Dm]you see
when I'm hot
What's in the pop? A hunnid G's to the bank to the man,
who got it stopped
My hand is like [Am]a gun,
feel the heat when it's cocked
Four, five, six your heart drop,
way deep in your socks
You wanna walk,
broke your ass down the [Dm]street with a bop
The drinks is on you tonight,

[Verse 7]
from my peeps in the spot
[Dm]Pop [Am]your collar (do whatever you do best,
yo)
[Dm]Get your dollar (up the ladder
to the hill of [Am]suc cess)
Pop your collar (you know
what we gonna do)
[Dm]Just pop your collar (pop us, do us,

[Outro 1]
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