Big Funds (feat. CeeLo Green)

Yeah, baby

Uh, J.U.S.T.I.C.E

J.U.S.T.I.C.E., yeah, need it, believe it

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

It's a game, man

Said it ain't no secret (Uh)

Yes, Lord (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

Uh, let's get it (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

One, two, three, woo-hee

Ah, damn, it's them niggas with the big funds

Big guns, I don't sip light, bitch, this thick mud (Big money)

Ah, damn, it's them niggas kickin' P shit

G shit, I don't want your pussy, where my P, bitch? (Run it up)

Two-tone, got the leather with the woodgrain

Gang-gang, all my niggas really love to gangbang (Fool-ass niggas)

SF, I got love in the Bay too

Stay bool, only thing I know is how to stay true (True)

Hit LA, pull up at Belasco's

Goncho with some niggas from the jungles

That's the Congo (Five times, ho)

Me and Larry two peas in a pod, though

Awful, you just lost your bitch at the sideshow (You just lost her)

Dame funk in this bitch like it's glyzo (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm on, shine got you driftin' in the time zone (Back in the field)

Ah, damn, it's them niggas from the Westside

Best side, drove it off the lot, fuck a test drive

Said it ain't no secret that I claim to be (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

It ain't no secret, bitch, it's plain to see (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

Now you want it like you need it, speak

Like you believe it (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

Did you see the whip? God gave it 'caine to me (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

Now it ain't no secret that you ain't a G (Uh)

You're absolutely nothing that you claim to be (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

I'd rather get your money, I'd rather get your money (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

Switch a thing up, man, you sound

Strange to me (One, two, three, woo-hee)

One thing about me, I keeps a ho (Keeps a ho)

Hit DC when the Bay was slow (Bay was slow)

You not a real P, heard you paid your snow

Made a couple thousand and praised a ho

Me, I really came from that life

Off to the trenches, baggin' the white

Fifties, Nashes, Vettes and bikes

My cars are nice, my hoes is righteous

Now I'm dippin', fucked around and lost my keys

But fuck it, I got me some trees and a few G's

Before I leave the house, gotta grab that thing

'Cause shit get shaky in these 'Frisco streets

Clockin', the block had crack for sale

And like a Pittsburgh nigga, I pack that steel

Bitch, you know that it's real, water with chlorophyll

I keep my hands clean, I'm a player for real (J.U.S.T.I.C.E., yeah)

Said it ain't no secret that I claim to be (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

It ain't no secret, bitch, it's plain to see (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

Now you want it like you need it, speak

Like you believe it (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

Did you see the whip? God gave it 'caine to me (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

Now it ain't no secret that you ain't a G (Uh)

You're absolutely nothing that you claim to be (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

I'd rather get your money, I'd rather get your money (J.U.S.T.I.C.E.)

Switch a thing up, man, you sound

Strange to me (One, two, three, woo-hee)