Letra That's gangsta Juicy J

That's gangsta

Ayy, mane, what you say, mane? It's 2024. Shout out to all my queens. I just got a lil' PSA, you know? Back in the day, the men was makin' more money than us, but now, the women are rulin' the world, and if you makin' the same bag or you makin' more than your man, I think it's okay for you to go fifty-fifty. I don't give a fuck if you broke. Treat him! "Baby, where you wanna go? You wanna go to [?]? You wanna go to Crustaceans? It's on me. It's okay. I got it."

That's gangsta
When you gettin' that pussy, never tell (That's gangsta)
Put on all your niggas in the field (That's gangsta)
If she holdin' steel in her purse (That's gangsta)
Whack 'em, kiss his mama at the church (That's gangsta)
[?] on the grill (That's gangsta)
Oh, you sent that bread for that appeal? (That's gangsta)
Double R hidden in the Hills (That's gangsta)
Lead a country, make a couple mill (That's gangsta)

I'm a hard motherfucker, I ball hard like the Rucker
And all my people eatin'—you'd think I came with my butler
Dolce Gabbana bucket—I'm drippin' when I'm in public
I was out in the field when most of these niggas wasn't
I'm just keepin' it gangsta 'cause most of these bitches love it
We get to talkin' gangsta, these niggas gon' switch the subject
Can't get this shit for you, but I can show you where the mud at
Money, power, respect—
I know some niggas die for that
Ramen noodles and rice—we came up not overnight
The reason I'm undefeated like all the Mayweather fights
You back a dog in a corner, you know that he gonna bite
Come press down a hunnid thousand—like luggage, I'm on a flight

That's gangsta
When you gettin' that pussy, never tell (That's gangsta)
Put on all your niggas in the field (That's gangsta)
If she holdin' steel in her purse (That's gangsta)
Whack 'em, kiss his mama at the church (That's gangsta)
[?] on the grill (That's gangsta)
Oh, you sent that bread for that appeal? (That's gangsta)
Double R hidden in the Hills (That's gangsta)
Lead a country, make a couple mill (That's gangsta)

This bitch on my side, all she like to do is licks
This bitch on my side, she'll take a nigga bricks
This bitch on my side on my side erry night
Anybody get wrong, she gon' get they ass right

She wanna ride with the gangstas
She wanna pull a few capers
I'm gettin' money, she gettin' money
You know this bread contagious
My bitch in Chanel, black and white
Private flight back tonight
Your life is good—you fuckin' me right
Fuck up a bag, 'cause I brought it twice—fuck it up
Ain't got no time—you crossin' a line
We goin' up on a nigga
You playin' with mine, I'm playin' with iron, so don't make me up on a nigga
They ain't wanna fuck with a nigga
Now, I'm fifty up on a nigga
You ain't fuck with me then, don't fuck with me now
You can't say, "What up?" to me, nigga
That's gangsta

Handshakes in back rooms can seal your fate
One bad look from the right boss, life won't be the same
These tricks ain't for kids—do you understand?
This is serious biz, so be careful who you stand next to
Betray my trust and I'll miss you, but I won't cry
Know why?
I'll wish you well
Put my secrets with you in your coffin 'cause the dead can't talk
That nigga will
They never spill
They never spill