Make It Back
Juice WRLD Lyrics

I remember math class, I ain't do shit, I was just Xanned out
I recall being in math class while under the influence of Xanax, and not really paying attention or doing any schoolwork.

Now a nigga got millions, give a fuck about my teachers now
I now have a large sum of money, and no longer care about the opinions or teachings of my former teachers.

Niggas try to cross me, I crucify 'em like that preacher, oh
If anyone attempts to wrong or betray me, I will hold them accountable and punish them severely, as if I were the preacher at a crucifixion.

All my niggas gettin' money, best believe we spend that on sneakers, oh
My friends and I have a lot of money, and we enjoy spending it on expensive sneakers.

Gucci on my feet, uh Only wore it once, I wasted my cash, yeah But I don't give a fuck, I made that shit back, yeah, uh I made that shit back, yeah
I bought expensive Gucci shoes, but only wore them once, which I realize was a waste of money. However, I am not bothered because I made the money back and more through other means.

Dior on my outfit Only wore it once, shit, I wasted all my cash, yeah I don't give no fuck 'cause I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah, uh I'm gon' make that shit back, yeah
I also bought Dior clothing that I only wore once, which depleted my funds. Nevertheless, I am not concerned because I am confident that I will make the money back.

Look at your bitch and the way that I hit her, I think she in love Talkin' that shit, you get thrown like a dub or hunnid in the strip club All of my niggas gettin' money all day, I told ya, I told ya You don't want no problems, I'm with soldiers, uh, huh, yeah
I am confident that I have impressed your girlfriend with my sexual prowess. If you continue to provoke me by talking smack, you will be dealt with swiftly and harshly. All of my friends are making money around the clock, as I have mentioned before. I suggest you do not challenge me, as I am well-equipped with a team of loyal armed companions.

150 with me, with me, choppers with me, with me Tell 'em come get me, get me That lil' bitch need to suck my dick, won't give her no kissy, kissy Suck on my dick so hard I thought she left a hickey, hickey Woo, she a thotty that's a icky, Vicky Wishin' for that burner feel like Timmy, Timmy
I am traveling with a large group of 150 people who are all armed with guns. Anyone who wants to confront me or my group is welcome to try. I have no interest in romantic affection, only sexual satisfaction. A woman once performed oral sex on me so intensely that it left a mark on my genital area. She is a promiscuous person who I find revolting. Lastly, I am hoping to acquire a firearm, a desire which feels very urgent to me.