Jucee Froot – Wristwork Lyrics

[Chorus]
I count cheese, I count dough
You want the D, but it stowed (She f*ckin')
Some like a God, I know I'm the goat
Jucee is dope, I give 'em a dose
If you gotta bust down, make yo' wrist work
Fifty thousand on my shirt, what yo' bitch worth?
If you gotta bust down, make yo' wrist work
Fifty thousand on my shirt, what yo' bitch worth?

[Verse 1]
I don't even gotta tell you what the f*ck I'm 'bout
I'm gettin' money over here, what the f*ck you thought?
Turnt up in the club, finna take off
See it all on they face 'cause they face off
f*ck security, I'll still hop out and smack a bitch
We ain't takin' no Ls, I ain't lackin' shit
Headshot 'em 'cause we can't afford an accident
You know the big draws beam like an action kid

[Pre-Chorus]
Got that jewel like squeeze
It's so dirt, I grieve
Go that ice like freeze
Had that hoe like please
Got that jewel like squeeze
It's so dirt, I grieve
Go that ice like freeze
Had that hoe like please
[Chorus]
I count cheese, I count dough
You want the D, but it stowed (She f*ckin')
Some like a God, I know I'm the goat
Jucee is dope, I give 'em a dose
If you gotta bust down, make yo' wrist work

Fifty thousand on my shirt, what yo' bitch worth?
If you gotta bust down, make yo' wrist work
Fifty thousand on my shirt, what yo' bitch worth?

[Verse 2]
I'm drippin', I'm drippin', I sees them, I give 'em the dab
Alexander the Queen, I might just be the Pharaoh
And if you talkin' that green, then we can sit and chatter
In a whip so mean, it why them bitches sour
f*cked on him with him talkin' clout
Put the barrel in yo' mouth, bitch, you ain't talkin' now
Water come from overseas, yo' shit look like towel
Bodies droppin' over beef, this is more than rap

[Pre-Chorus]
Got that jewel like squeeze
It's so dirt, I grieve
Go that ice like freeze
Had that hoe like please
Got that jewel like squeeze
It's so dirt, I grieve
Go that ice like freeze
Had that hoe like please
[Chorus]
I count cheese, I count dough
You want the D, but it stowed (She f*ckin')
Some like a God, I know I'm the goat
Jucee is dope, I give 'em a dose
If you gotta bust down, make yo' wrist work
Fifty thousand on my shirt, what yo' bitch worth?
If you gotta bust down, make yo' wrist work
Fifty thousand on my shirt, what yo' bitch worth?

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