Step Back – Juicy J Lyrics

Step Back Juicy J Lyrics (ft. Duke Deuce)

What Juicy say? He be like, “Shut the fuck up”
And if the beat live, you know LilJu made it (Step back, man, yeah)

Walkin’ on the money, it’s a money carpet (Step back)
Thirteen thousand, James Harden (Step back)
Swish, shoot my shot, I don’t miss (Step back)
Breakin’ records in the club, ballin’ like a bitch (Step back)
Swish, hide yo’ ho, we take yo’ bitch (Step back)
You know I’m high as hell like J. R. Smith (Step back)
Walkin’ on the money, it’s a money carpet (Step back)
Thirteen thousand (Yes sir), James Harden

Soon as I walk off in the club, I be throwin’ hundreds
We call it a tip off, I got different type of money
I’m gon’ ball ball ball, watch it fall fall fall
When I’m in that pussy, I be knockin’ down her balls
No, I’m not a ball player, pay me like a ball player
Niggas try to block me, they can’t reach me, I got tall paper
Back outside (Yes sir), okay, we back outside (We here)
Look me in my eyes, see them dollar signs (Can’t see)
She gon’ pick it all up but them dollars mine (Dollars mine)
I got sneaker deal money, that’s the bottom line (Bottom line)
Captaint tyna save her but he not as high
And I’m so motherfuckin’ high, they call it rocket signs (Yeah, ho)

Walkin’ on the money, it’s a money carpet (Step back)
Thirteen thousand, James Harden (Step back)
Swish, shoot my shot, I don’t miss (Step back)
Breakin’ records in the club, ballin’ like a bitch (Step back)
Swish, hide yo’ ho, we take yo’ bitch (Step back)
You know I’m high as hell like J. R. Smith (Step back)
Walkin’ on the money, it’s a money carpet (Step back)
Thirteen thousand (Boom, boom), James Harden

Yeah (Yeah), ho, you hear that check, I’m big ballin’ like Ja Morant (Ayy, ayy)
In Hollywood, you holy hood, I’m where the freaky models at
Straight up at the murder capital and we don’t play that (Don’t play that)
See what’s talk behind this [?] I bet he step back (Step back)
Move motherfucker, move motherfucker, move
Let us in, they fucked up, we the [?] in the room
Yeah, they try they best to sleep on us, but knowin’ we the wave
You don’t like it, gotta fight me, I’ma put it in they face (Ayy, ayy, bitch)

[Refrain: Duke Deuce]
Step back, my nigga, step back (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Step back, motherfucker, step back (Yeah yeah)
Step back, lame nigga, step back (Step back)
If they try to step on us, we step back (Bitch, what the fuck?)

Walkin’ on the money, it’s a money carpet (Step back)
Thirteen thousand, James Harden (Step back)
Swish, shoot my shot, I don’t miss (Step back)
Breakin’ records in the club, ballin’ like a bitch (Step back)
Swish, hide yo’ ho, we take yo’ bitch (Step back)
You know I’m high as hell like J. R. Smith (Step back)
Walkin’ on the money, it’s a money carpet (Step back)
Thirteen thousand, James Harden

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