LIGHTYEARS LYRICS – JUICE WRLD, YOUNG THUG

Read the full Lightyears lyrics by Juice WRLD and Young Thug along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Juice WRLD's music, you can also explore WORLD TOUR (AQUAFINA) and Both Ways, two other songs by Juice WRLD.

[Intro: Juice WRLD]
I wanna do her with her friend, what's good?
Baby, I'm on bands, I'm on bands, I'm feeling
Running up them bands, b!tch, I'm
B!tch, them pockets looking big, big, big
Know my pockets looking big
Ayy, pockets looking big, hm
Uh

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Bank account looking big
40 make you dance like a jig
You in the way, put a hole in your wig
Desert Eagle on me, b!tch, the bullet hole big
I don't like revolvers, they only hold six
Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 666
Your b!tch swallowing my semen
Forgetting the meaning of self-respect
Fu*k her face and put her on the internet

[Verse 1: Juice WRLD]
I just been letting the cash grow
Run up on me, die faster
I'm a real n!gga, nah, I'm not an actor
Double cup with that red lean, I'ma sip classy
Dior on my feet, I feel classy
You say you love me, do you mean that?
I don't think so 'cause you weren't there when I was down bad, yeah
I don't think so, b!tch, I know so
Money by the boatload
I know why these hoes acting nice
'Cause I'm a rich guy
Be my own s*it, let that s*it fly
Taking trips off the Percs, I be sky high
In the sky, sipping on red lean like it's red wine, red wine

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]

Bank account looking big
40 make you dance like a jig
You in the way, put a hole in your wig
Desert Eagle on me, b!tch, the bullet hole big
I don't like revolvers, they only hold six
Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 666
Your b!tch swallowing my semen
Forgetting the meaning of self-respect
Fu*k her face and put her on the internet

[Verse 2: Young Thug]
When I see diamonds, my senses start swingling (S*x)
Dog, n!gga, twelve phones, all 'em ringing
Like, "Brr-brr, hello, do you need me?"
Like, "Brr-brr, hell, no, baby, beat it"
Army green F&Ns (Two of)
Bet a pu*sy-n!gga won't rat again (Bet)
Bank account low again (Why?)
'Cause I spend all of my money on my friend (Hey)
Where the fu*k your cash go? (Where?)
How the fu*k your drip up to par but your cash low? (How?)
How the hell you manifest from a big dog to a tadpole?
How you know that she telling you dance, foe?
See, we went to the top from them shackles (Top)
How you know in the future it's gon' be ass, though?
Ride big Bentleys everywhere that I go (Park)
Keep the Lamborghini parked at the bank, though (Yeah, park)
Alright, I'm lit, no lie
Buying horses like in Salem, know we mob tie, aw, yeah
Rich in real life
I do not see you, ho, like it's midnight
Even in light

[Chorus: Juice WRLD]
Bank account looking big
40 make you dance like a jig
You in the way, put a hole in your wig
Desert Eagle on me, b!tch, the bullet hole big
I don't like revolvers, they only hold six
Yeah, I hang with them demons, no 666
Your b!tch swallowing my semen
Forgetting the meaning of self-respect
Fu*k her face and put her on the internet