Black Rothstein Lyrics – Juicy J, Logic

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Every day, I double it, baby, I’m getting s*it off
Every day, I’m doubling it, you know how much this s*it cost
Every day, I’m clutching it and I’ll let that b!tch off
Every day, I’m hustling, baby, I feel like Rick Ross

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Heard these b!tches looking for daddy, get with this pimping
Every night, we with different baddies, n!gga, we winning
Two thousand dollar shoes on the pedal, Versace linen
You better watch your b!tch ’cause she watching how much I’m spending
Paying close attention, thick b!tches all in my mentions

She gave me that pu*sy soon as she seen what I’m whipping
Beat it off the Perc’ and the molly, that s*it hit different
She gon’ suck me up slow and sloppy, it ain’t no kissing
B!tch, I play for keeps, I hit that pu*sy like it’s mine
Look me in my eyes, all I see is dollar signs
AP forty-one, VVSs, I’ma shine
You running out of time, these b!tches choosing right now
Ayy, I got that s*it on
Louis V trainers, it’s nothing, I got the rent on
Keep a couple big booty b!tches that I can feel on
Plus, I got some hating-ass b!tches I need to s*it on
Got a couple b!tches with OnlyFans I can live off
Wake up in the morning, she twerking, b!tch, take that s*it off
She ain’t even showing no pu*sy, yeah, it’s a rip-off
And if you ain’t spending no money, she like, “Get lost”

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Every day, I double it (Haha), baby, I’m getting s*it off
Every day, I’m doubling it, yeah, you know how much this s*it cost
Every day, I’m clutching it and I’ll let that b!tch off (You know it)
Every day, I’m hustling, baby, I feel like Rick Ross (Huh)

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
We got the top down and we cruising
If I see a better car, I’ll go get a new one

Keep my camera man as my shooter
I think I’m Big Meech, I think I’m Larry Hoover
Feel like my plug is the coolest
Young Khalifa in the hot tub with some cougars
You in the gang, you might get matching Mullers
You play your position, well, we might go to the jeweler
(??) could melt your mind, just came sooner
2:07
Big dog in the game, you a junior
Don’t never pay attention to the rumors
Extra passengers we got a lot of room for
A lot of kush, I stay rolling up, I’m blessed
Private planes, smoking planes with all my guests
Hit the stage, then on the plane, I don’t get rest
Get a check and I don’t spend it, I invest
Never complain ’bout the haters ’cause that’s part of the game
Never worried ’bout credentials ’cause it’s all in my name
Safe filled with blue faces and they all look the same
Bring more champagne

[Chorus: Juicy J]
Every day, I double it, baby, I’m getting s*it off
Every day, I’m doubling it, you know how much this s*it cost
Every day, I’m clutching it and I’ll let that b!tch off
Every day, I’m hustling, baby, I feel like Rick Ross