"Thought It Was" lyrics

Man, fuck a Intro
We gon' do a Pimptro

Pimp shit, pimp shit
Yeah, yeah
This that car you can't pronounce, what you thought it was?
Pretty bitches in the whip, like it's a party bus
It costs 50K a flight, what you thought it was?
Tip so much at crazy girls, I could've bought the club
If they not with you right or wrong, then you can't call it love
Bitch, I'm standin' on that business, what you thought it was?

Win some, lose some, spend some
Make it all back and then some
Really don't matter how the ends come, 'long as the outcome is income
Bein' flat broke never been fun, make you get a mask and a handgun
Mane, some people so foul, I'm still gonna end that's an and one
I'm still a man on a mission
I executed my play with precision
Even though haters can't stand to admit it
I need my feet rubbed I been standin' on business
Juicy been handlin' business, go get Project Pat now that's family business
House on the hill for my family to visit, you can't stand the heat, then don't stand in my kitchen
Came a long way from the trenches, and I ain't never gon' forget it
Sky is the limit, Juicy gon' keep gettin' paper, that's real talk, God is my witness
Ride for my niggas, you know I'm gon' slide for my niggas
Tryin' to get enough pie for my niggas
To all my little homies, you can make it anywhere on the planet, if Juicy J can make it out of Memphis

Pimp shit, pimp shit
Yeah, yeah
This that car you can't pronounce, what you thought it was?
Pretty bitches in the whip like it's a party bus
It costs 50K a flight, what you thought it was?
Tip so much at crazy girls, I could have bought the club
If they not with you, right or wrong, then you can't call it love
Bitch, I'm standin' on that business, what you thought it was?

What do you think a plant is?
An industry plant is an artist who has a record label or power player
Backing their movement but represent themselves publicly
As an entity that organically created their own buzz in the entertainment industry
Being called out as an industry plant is definitely not flattering

You a capper, first name Colin, always lyin', that's a problem
Always hatin', that's not stoppin', end up dyin', Dennis Rodman
Full of that liquor, full of them toxins, say somethin' else, end up boxin'
Way these niggas be talkin' in court these days, they gonna have to dig up Cochran
Don't play out, they ain't give you that option
Don't get put in a position to let the opps in
Lonely, I destroy niggas like Hopsin
Phony, she just want to fuck who poppin'
Owe me, buddy never gave, we was locked in
Homie, I don't know you and we not friends
Keep poppin' off at the mouth and get your fuckin' wig split
What you thought it was?
Yeah, yeah
What you thought it was?
What you thought it was?
What you thought it was?