Lyrics of 'Powerglide (feat. Juicy J)' by Rae Sremmurd

Mike WiLL Made-It
Mally Mall
Ear Drummers
(Yeah, ho)

[Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted 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

[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-boat
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, yah
Much cooler than the cool kids, woah
Can you believe every night we do this? Yeah

[Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted 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

[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 fee higher than a motherfucker
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

[Swae Lee & (Slim Jxmmi)]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted 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 (Jim, ay, Jim, ay)
Like, it ain't shit but a dollar sign

[Slim Jxmmi]
Duck sauce on my feet, ho, pass around the pre-rolls
Rollie on my chain, Flavor 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 A.O.D. 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 sparklers
I pour up for all the girls, but I'ma drink out the bottles

[Swae Lee & (Juicy J)]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted 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 (I got you, Swae)
Like, it ain't shit but a dollar sign (Juicy J)

[Juicy J]
(Yeah, ho)
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

[Swae Lee]
What's in ya' mug? Toasted 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