Rae Sremmurd Feat. Juicy J – “Powerglide” lyrics

(Intro)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Mike WiLL Made-It
Yeah, Yeah Yeaah
Mally Mall
Oh, Oh, Oh
Oh, Oh
Ear Drummers
Yeah, hoe

(Chorus)
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

(Verse 1)
Diamonds unthawed, comin’ in froze (froze)
Got too many girls to let one of them go (oh)
When I make a purchase, I can’t wait to showboat (oh)
If she bad, I put a pinky ring on, snow globe
I’ma have that pussy on lock like Hulk Hogan (yeah)
She was going up and down the pole like yo-yo (down)
You can say I’m greedy ’cause I always want more (more)
I don’t f*ck with [?] ’cause they with some slow-pokes (lame)
Oh, money on monsoon, baby girl full moon (ay)
Give these n*gg*s with some money some room
She don’t she stop, pedigrees, now they clueless
Oh, big balling like Mutombo, yeah
Much cooler than the cool kids, woah
Can you believe every night we do this? (yeah)

(Chorus)
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

(Verse 2)
Hold up, I’ma go and spend that money soon (hold up)
I don’t care if she had a man, so? (man)
Pedicure gang, get your fingernails did
With no shame flips that ass like heads or tails (tails)
And she finer than a motherlover (lover)
Can I hit that ass like a bullseye? (hit)
She gon’ suck like a bloodsucker (woo)
My feet higher than a m*th*rf*cker
Oh, I hear you like fast cash (fast cash)
Oh, You know I got the hots for you (I’ve got the hots)
I’m being reckless, so I cash in
She said, “I only wanna dance for you”
We have no mercy for you, no (no)
Me and my n*gg*s closer than in-laws (than in-laws)
f*ck an interview, she know the answer (answer)
Prototype cars not a Jaguar, aaah!

(Chorus)
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

(Verse 3)
Duck sauce on my feet, hoe, pass around the pre-rolls
Rollie on my chain, Flava Flav with the Steez, hoe
Kush residue on my jeans, I blow hella dope
And them classic Reeboks, whiter than snow
And a n*gg* be dressin’, walkin’ ’round, who just steppin’?
Unintentional flexin’, tryna send out a message
Money walk with the extra, shake that ass wit’ ya bestie
Seein’ stars in the rental, got your broad in the rental?
20K in AOD and it’s just me and my kinfolk?
Tryna send a girl to college, I ain’t coppin’ no preacher?
Say her birthday late July, yeah, that means she a Leo?
Might just leave with me tonight, but that don’t mean she a freak hoe
f*ck with dancers and models, shout out them girls who get dollars
Shawty came from the bottom, yeah, shout out Keisha Bottoms
Couple cases of Rosé, came out to me with the sparkles
I pour up for all the girls, but I’ma drink out the bottles

(Chorus)
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign

(Verse 4)
She got that million dollar pussy, but I get it for the free
She like to do a lot of snow, I told that b*tch to come and ski
Shawty bad, she can get it, she can swallow, she can spit it
Bring her friend, if she with it, on the pole, got her splitted
In the bed or the Lamb, got your b*tch, suckin’ dick
On the ‘Gram, V12 helped me get up out the jam
Trunk full of slam, R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans (hey)
Just had a ménage (hey), back seat of my Benz (hey)
Put that sh*t on camera (hey), she squirted on the lens (hey)
Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin (hey)
Pocket full of nothin’ but them Benjy Franklins (hey)
With the gang posted up (up), puttin’ numbers up (up)
b*tch, want me that check first, I don’t wanna f*ck (yeah)
They say it’s cuffin’ season, baby, you ain’t good enough (nope)
She want a real n*gg*, dog, you ain’t hood enough

(Chorus)
What’s in ya’ mug? Toasted up, no I ain’t hostin’
Kush all in my lap because these hoes don’t want to roll it
I was sliding in the Lamb’ with the powerglide (oh)
Slime green paint, peanut butter inside (oh)
She wanna f*ck, speak up
Comin’ out her clothes (oh)
I’m in wonderland when she comin’ down the pole (whoa)
And I don’t care if she take all of mine (oh)
Like it ain’t sh*t but a dollar sign