Juicy - Doja Cat and Tyga (lyrics) Boy, I can tell you ready now You know I gotta do it for the streets, right? They love to see a young jiggy nigga in a icy watch, grabbing a fat ass Yeah, you love that shit too Come here Uh, AP on the same hand I smack her ass with That ass know what time it is It\u0027s time for some rich sex Watch the ice get a bitch wet Bubblegum tongue, make a thug wanna chew on her Go dumb, might fight for her Watch out, I throw a whoop on ya Thug bitch, Timberland boot on her Uh, look me in my eyes, you ain\u0027t never going back We ain\u0027t never gonna lose, you don\u0027t never go through that Say I ain\u0027t the man, I don\u0027t know who told you that shit They always gonna choose up, they always gonna choose us With my bitch in the brand new Bugatti, boo\u0027d up AP on the same hand I smack her booty with Better say my name if they ever ask who you with I\u0027m a ball hog, forty points, two assists You know how the game go, shoot \u0027til you miss And I don\u0027t fuckin\u0027 miss, no, I don\u0027t fuckin\u0027 miss Went and let me fuck, I hit her to my hit Ap on the same hand I squeeze the titties with Yeah, yeah, big dawg, make the kitty drip Juicy She gettin\u0027 juicy Yeah, yeah, she know I\u0027m biggie Baby, baby She hot and juicy We gon\u0027 make a baby, woo Uh, AP on the same hand I grab her throat with I can feel your pulse, bitch Get you so high, like you sitting in the nosebleeds See me on the jumbotron, I\u0027m always on the big screen Ap on the same hand I squeeze her ass with Calamari, Caesar salad I\u0027m at the win at Caesar\u0027s Palace Do I look like I need a fucking stylist? I look like I need a fuckin\u0027 stylist, nigga? See these Cartier rings, I was thinking \u0027bout you At the bank, having withdrawals, fiendin\u0027 \u0027bout you Rap, rap star, make a bitch sing about it But my AP on the same hand, I smack her ass with That ass know what time it is That ass know what time it is All I got time for is dollar bills Hoes, waiting in line for this type of shit You know I\u0027m the shit, I got all kinda shit You going nine to five, I\u0027m going nine to six Putting in overtime, going in overdrive Ap on the same hand I steer the Rolls with Chillin\u0027 with a cold bitch Smack her ass, and then hold it My tongue\u0027s a sponge when she soakin\u0027 Juicy She gettin\u0027 juicy Yeah, yeah, she know I\u0027m biggie Baby, baby She hot and juicy We gon\u0027 make a baby, woo Uh, AP on the same hand I smack her ass with That ass know what time it is It\u0027s time for some rich sex Watch the ice get a bitch wet Bubblegum tongue, make a thug wanna chew on her Go dumb, might fight for her Watch out, I throw a whoop on ya Thug bitch, Timberland boot on ya Uh, look me in my eyes, you ain\u0027t never going back We ain\u0027t never gonna lose, you don\u0027t never go through that Say I ain\u0027t the man, I don\u0027t know who told you that shit They always gonna choose up, they always gonna choose us With my bitch in the brand new Bugatti, boo\u0027d up AP on the same hand I smack her booty with Better say my name if they ever ask who you with I\u0027m a ball hog, forty points, two assists You know how the game go, shoot \u0027til you miss And I don\u0027t fuckin\u0027 miss, no, I don\u0027t fuckin\u0027 miss Went and let me fuck, I hit her to my hit AP on the same hand I squeeze the titties with Yeah, yeah, big dawg, make the kitty drip Juicy She gettin\u0027 juicy Yeah, yeah, she know I\u0027m biggie Baby, baby She hot and juicy We gon\u0027 make a baby, woo, woo, uh