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Ayy, ayy, ayy
It's your boy Money Mark, man
And you already snow this, nigga
You can call me the Juug Man after this

Cause I'm the Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man
Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man

I can't go broke, I'm the Juug Man
I can't fall off, I learned that from the hood, man
Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man

Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man
I can't go broke, I'm the Juug Man
I can't fall off, I love that from the hood, man

Ayy, they callin' me the Juug Man
A.K.A. your plug, man
Poppin' bottles in the club like, what's up, man
I ain't goin' broke, so I don't give a f*ck, man

I'm killin' myself
Drinkin' too much liquor got me killin' my health
After tonight, it's back to the business, oh well
Hit a lick for a brick, man, I'm the shit, but don't tell

Cuz, nigga, I'm on
Flip this into that, then, nigga, I'm gone
Got a bag of that perk, got a pound of that zone
Smokin' on the best chronic, drinkin' on that Patron

Like, damn
We ballin' over here
We gettin' money, we ain't stallin' over here
I got everybody walkin' over here

Phone ringin', I got everybody callin' over here
Cuz I'm the Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man
Juug, Juug

I'm the Juug Man
I can't go broke, I'm the Juug Man
I can't fall off, I like that from the hood, man
Juug, Juug

I'm the Juug Man
Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man
I can't go broke, I'm the Juug Man

I can't fall off, I like that from the hood, man
One time for the big homie
Got me juggin' on your chick
Now I can't get your bitch off me

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, jugging
Got the four cocked, walk down your block
Nigga, stop lookin
Got the AP on my pinky

Shawty freaky, she suck it, leave a hickey
I'm jugging' up a Bentley
Couple Porsches, strapped up like enforces
I got plenty choices, she ride me like some horses

I told her, don't fall off
She wanna spend the night, I'm like, hell nah
Never met Buffy, I'm a motherf*ckin' slayer
Never played sports, but I'm a motherf*ckin' player

Yeah, man, I'm so hood, man
Juggin' in the hood, man
Getting money', in the backseat on the trunk
And on the hood, man

We gettin' money, best believe it cuz
We out here juggin', hoe
You don't know money when you see it
Stop lookin', hoe

Cause dammit, I'm the jug, jug
I'm the jug, man
Jug, jug
I'm the jug, man

I can't go broke, I'm the jug, man
I can't fall off, I like that from the hood, man
Jug, jug
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Ayy, ayy, ayy
It's your boy Money Mark, man
And you already snow this, nigga
You can call me the Juug Man after this

Cause I'm the Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man
Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man

I can't go broke, I'm the Juug Man
I can't fall off, I learned that from the hood, man
Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man

Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man
I can't go broke, I'm the Juug Man
I can't fall off, I love that from the hood, man

Ayy, they callin' me the Juug Man
A.K.A. your plug, man
Poppin' bottles in the club like, what's up, man
I ain't goin' broke, so I don't give a f*ck, man

I'm killin' myself
Drinkin' too much liquor got me killin' my health
After tonight, it's back to the business, oh well
Hit a lick for a brick, man, I'm the shit, but don't tell

Cuz, nigga, I'm on
Flip this into that, then, nigga, I'm gone
Got a bag of that perk, got a pound of that zone
Smokin' on the best chronic, drinkin' on that Patron

Like, damn
We ballin' over here
We gettin' money, we ain't stallin' over here
I got everybody walkin' over here

Phone ringin', I got everybody callin' over here
Cuz I'm the Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man
Juug, Juug

I'm the Juug Man
I can't go broke, I'm the Juug Man
I can't fall off, I like that from the hood, man
Juug, Juug

I'm the Juug Man
Juug, Juug
I'm the Juug Man
I can't go broke, I'm the Juug Man

I can't fall off, I like that from the hood, man
One time for the big homie
Got me juggin' on your chick
Now I can't get your bitch off me

One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, jugging
Got the four cocked, walk down your block
Nigga, stop lookin
Got the AP on my pinky

Shawty freaky, she suck it, leave a hickey
I'm jugging' up a Bentley
Couple Porsches, strapped up like enforces
I got plenty choices, she ride me like some horses

I told her, don't fall off
She wanna spend the night, I'm like, hell nah
Never met Buffy, I'm a motherf*ckin' slayer
Never played sports, but I'm a motherf*ckin' player

Yeah, man, I'm so hood, man
Juggin' in the hood, man
Getting money', in the backseat on the trunk
And on the hood, man

We gettin' money, best believe it cuz
We out here juggin', hoe
You don't know money when you see it
Stop lookin', hoe

Cause dammit, I'm the jug, jug
I'm the jug, man
Jug, jug
I'm the jug, man

I can't go broke, I'm the jug, man
I can't fall off, I like that from the hood, man
Jug, jug
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Writer: Donovan Pipkin, Marcus McGirt
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