Rae Sremmurd Powerglide (feat. Juicy J) lyrics

[Intro:]

Mike WiLL Made-It!

Mally Mall!

Ear Drummers!

Yeah, ho!

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

What's in ya mug? Toast it up! Nah, I ain't hostin.

Kush all in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it.

I was slidin in the Lamb' with the powerglide,

Slime green paint, peanut butter inside.

She wanna fuck, speak up, comin' out her clothes,

I'm in wonderland when she comin down the pole.

And I don't care if she take all of mine,

Like it ain't shit but a dollar sign.

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]

Diamonds unthawed, comin in froze,

Got too many girls to let one of them go,

When I make a purchase, I can't wait to show-ow-ow,

If she bad, I put a pinky ring on, snow globe.

I'ma have that pussy on lock like po-po,

She was goin up and down like yo-yo,

You can say I'm greedy 'cause I always want more,

I don't fuck with holmes 'cause they with some slow-pokes.

Ooh, money on monsoon, baby girl, full moon,

Give these niggas with some money some room,

She don't stop, batteries not included.

Oh, big ballin' like Mutombo,

Much cooler than the cool kids, woah!

Can you believe every night we do this?

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

What's in ya mug? Toast it up! Nah, I ain't hostin.

Kush all in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it.

I was slidin in the Lamb' with the powerglide,

Slime green paint, peanut butter inside.

She wanna fuck, speak up, comin' out her clothes,

I'm in wonderland when she comin down the pole.

And I don't care if she take all of mine,

Like it ain't shit but a dollar sign.

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]

Hold up, I'ma go and spend those hundreds though,

I don't care if she had a man, so?

Pedicure gang, get your fingernails did

With no shame, flips that ass like heads or tails.

And she finer than a motherlover.

Can I hit that ass like a bullseye?

She gon suck like a bloodsucker,

My feet higher than a mothafucka.

Oh, I hear you like fast cash,

Baby, you know I got the hots for you,

I've been workin, so I cash in,

She said, "I only wanna dance for you!”

We have no mercy for you, no!

Me and my niggas closer than in-laws,

Fuck an interview, she know the answer,

Prototype cars, not a Jaguar.

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

What's in ya mug? Toast it up! Nah, I ain't hostin.

Kush all in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it.

I was slidin in the Lamb' with the powerglide,

Slime green paint, peanut butter inside.

She wanna fuck, speak up, comin' out her clothes,

I'm in wonderland when she comin down the pole.

And I don't care if she take all of mine,

Like it ain't shit but a dollar sign.

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]

Duck sauce on my feet, ho!

Pass around the pre-rolls,

Rollie on my chain, Flava Flav with the steez, ho!

Kush residue on my jeans, I blow hella dope,

And them classic Reeboks, whiter than snow,

And a nigga be dressin, walkin round, Gucci steppin,

Unintentional flexin, tryna send out a message,

Money walk with the extra, shake that ass wit' ya bestie.

Seein stars in the rental, got your broad in the rental,

20K in AOD and it's just me and my kinfolk,

Tryna send a girl to college, I ain't coppin no free show,

Say her birthday late July, yeah, that means she a Leo,

Might just leave with me tonight, but that don't mean she a freak ho.

Fuck with dancers and models, shout out them girls who get dollars,

Shawty came from the bottom, yeah, shout out Keisha Bottoms,

Couple cases of Rosé, came out to me with the sparkles,

I pour up for all the girls, but I'ma drink out the bottles.

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

What's in ya mug? Toast it up! Nah, I ain't hostin.

Kush all in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it.

I was slidin in the Lamb' with the powerglide,

Slime green paint, peanut butter inside.

She wanna fuck, speak up, comin' out her clothes,

I'm in wonderland when she comin down the pole.

And I don't care if she take all of mine,

Like it ain't shit but a dollar sign.

[Verse 4: Juicy J]

She got that million dollar pussy, but I get it for the free,

She like to do a lot of snow, I told that bitch to come and ski,

Shawty bad, she can get it, she can swallow, she can spit it,

Bring her friend, if she with it, on the pole y'all can split it,

In the bed or the Lamb',

Got your bitch suckin dick on the 'Gram,

V12 helped me get up out the jam, trunk full of slam,

R.I.P. Lil Peep, I gotta slow down on them Xans.

Just had a ménage, back seat of my Benz,

Put that shit on camera, she squirted on the lens,

Then she told me put it on her chinny chin-chin,

Pocket full of nothin' but them Benjy Franklins.

In the game posted up, puttin numbers up,

Bitch, run me that check first, I don't wanna fuck,

They say it's cuffin season, baby, you ain't good enough, 

She want a real nigga, dawg, you ain't hood enough.

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

What's in ya mug? Toast it up! Nah, I ain't hostin.

Kush all in my lap because these hoes don't wanna roll it.

I was slidin in the Lamb' with the powerglide,

Slime green paint, peanut butter inside.

She wanna fuck, speak up, comin' out her clothes,

I'm in wonderland when she comin down the pole.

And I don't care if she take all of mine,

Like it ain't shit but a dollar sign.