That's Facts

I been drippin' so much water, call it Boucher
On my fly shit like a bouquet
We had to pack it and ship it, yeah
I had to get out the trenches
They go wherever the money go (Ayy)
That’s why I don’t fuck with these bitches
I put the lime in the coconut, I’m 'bout to fuck it up
Tell me who gon' stop me?
And I got ties with the mob, we beat the odds
All my niggas touchin' G’s
Hop in the Benz with your friends
We can touch bands, everything is on me, yeah
Ridin' slow, don’t you scratch the coupe (Yeah, yeah)
That’s facts
Baby, that’s juice
That’s facts
Baby, that’s juice, yeah
Run up a tab all on you, yeah
Run up a tab all on you, yeah
That’s facts (Yes)
Baby, that’s juice (Juice)
That’s facts (Yes)
Baby, that’s juice, yeah (Juice)
Run up a tab all on you, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Run up a tab all on you, yeah (Skrrt)
Bitches mad I’m in my bag, I got the juice
Without the caddy, spendin' that, I’m just too smooth
It’s a fact, I got cash and I got dudes
Mix and match, one today, one on Tuesday
Love when you say
You wanna spend it all on me
Dollar signs get me high
You always supply what I need
That’s facts
Baby, that’s juice
That’s facts
Baby, that’s juice, yeah
Run up a tab all on you, yeah
Run up a tab all on you, yeah
That’s facts (Yes)
Baby, that’s juice (Juice)
That’s facts (Yes)
Baby, that’s juice, yeah (Juice)
Run up a tab all on you, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Run up a tab all on you, yeah (Skrrt)
Yes (Carisma)
Juice
Yes
Juice