Juicy J – Neighbors lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
We trippin', man
Who? Who? Who?
Who the neighbors?

[Chorus: Juicy J]
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper

[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Big cribs, lot of cars, enormonous prices
I ain’t gonna tell you what I spent.. but my blood might
Get money, get pussy, smoking weed forever
Rub that money in my palms cause it breathes better
Whole real estate, came with a lot of zeroes
“How you do that, man?” Sold to a lot of people
Over thirty million sold, that’s a lot of people
Now I got a big crib that fit a lot of people

[Chorus: Juicy J]
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
Big long Cadillac, 4's on them thangy-thangs
Karma hole with the marble floor, inscribed is my family name
Pitbulls, swimming pools
Fly you out on my private plane
Fly you back below my sack
And get a new batch that'll do the same
Ah, man, cold game, front row seats at the Laker game
Kobe Bryant, that's my nigga
Juicy J, blaze, my nigga
We up in here, we ain't gonna stop
A hundred niggas that did move your plot
A hundred more rich niggas back on the flight now
When will this shit ever stop? Never
The bigger the money, the bigger the bang
The bigger the trigger, the bigger the bang
Listen for shake up for shame
Listen, my niggas, that this is my thing
Dog house, laid out on forty acres waiting
Kobe Bryant, that's my neighbor
Yeah, that's paper

[Chorus: Juicy J]
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Straight from the projects now
I drive Maseratis
The live of a mob, nigga
I think I'm John Gotti
Bank statement proof, I buy what I choose
I take forty racks and throw it out and I'm cool
Got only thirsty bitches, think I'm gonna pay 'em
This dick, you can, but money, you gets nothin'
No need for wristbands, owner know who I am
Ten bottles of Rose, two models in both hands

[Chorus: Juicy J]
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
My mansion sit on forty acres, who the neighbors?
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper
Kobe Bryant from the Lakers, now that's paper