PJ Lyrics – BossMan Dlow & Lil Baby

N!gga
Yeah, yeah
N!gga, Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Yeah

I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin’ rice, huh (Yeah)
Phone ain’t got no service, I’m on a PJ, shootin’ dice (Yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (n!gga)
You wanna f**k with Big Za, baby? You can’t be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f**k you in a pent’ (Come here, bae)
Move them bags for me, baby, I’ll pay your rent (Come here, bae)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin’ less than five percent, huh (No)
These n!ggas ain’t ballin’, you n!ggas be on the bench, mm (Bench)

N!ggas be on the sideline, you ain’t get no playin’ time (n!gga)
I be with them sh!t poppers, ice on, I’m outside (Bling)
Pockets full of cheese, n!gga, fresher than Febreze, n!gga (Yeah)
Smellin’ like some Creed, n!gga (Yeah), head to toe, Celine, n!gga (Yeah)
Real solid street n!gga, it’s in my eyes, boy (Yeah)
Come and get in with Too Slippery, sh!t’ll change your life, boy (Yeah)
Yeah, I’m screamin’, “f**k 12,” ’til they free the guys, boy (f**k 12)
You ain’t gotta put me in the game ’cause I’m startin’ five, boy
This ain’t a game, this how I live (Yeah)
Trap ain’t dead, I’m dead, for real (Yeah)
I’m in a big body switchin’ gears
Neck and wrists on Zephyrhills (Bling)
Mouth on Aquafina, baby (Bling)
Pockets thick like Serena, baby
Pull up in that—, yeah
Pull up, brand-new Bimmer, baby (Vyoom)

I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin’ rice, huh (Yeah)
Phone ain’t got no service, I’m on a PJ, shootin’ dice (Yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (n!gga)
You wanna f**k with Big Za, baby? You can’t be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f**k you in a pent’ (Come here, bae)
Move them bags for me, baby, I’ll pay your rent (Come here, bae)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin’ less than five percent, huh (No)
These n!ggas ain’t ballin’, you n!ggas be on the bench, mm (Bench)

Hold them bags for me, baby, you could be my b!tch (Bags for me)
All them times I been in handcuffs, sh!t, I had to bust my wrist
On a PJ, shootin’ dice with Dlow, Farda on the four
When we land, I hit a couple folks and tell ’em it’s on the floor
My lil’ young ho want exotic Birkin, she might know some sh!t (Yeah)
Break down spot, this b!tch on fire, another house for hoes and spritz (Yeah)
I can show you how to run it up, I really know this sh!t
Turn a pound into a hundred thou’, I’m on the goated list
I’m the illest, baby (Yeah), and the realest, baby (For real)
Hundred-fifty-five pounds, but I’m the biggest, baby (Yeah)
Treat these bags like kids, can’t leave ’em unattended, baby (Gotta watch ’em)
I’ma get this money, be there when I finish, baby (Ho stop callin’ me)

I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin’ rice, huh (Yeah)
Phone ain’t got no service, I’m on a PJ, shootin’ dice (Yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (n!gga)
You wanna f**k with Big Za, baby? You can’t be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f**k you in a pent’ (Come here, bae)
Move them bags for me, baby, I’ll pay your rent (Come here, bae)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin’ less than five percent, huh (No)
These n!ggas ain’t ballin’, you n!ggas be on the bench, mm (Bench)