O's to Oscars – English Lyrics

• By: Juicy J, DJ Blak
• Album: O's to Oscars

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

I'm still workin' while I'm on vacation

You can't tell me nothin' 'bout my dedication

Weed, pills and that drank, that's my medication

Feet up in my whip, cause it's very...

I'm still working while I'm on vacation

You can't tell me nothing about my dedication

Weed pills and that drank, that's my medication

Feet up in my whip 'cause it's very spacious

All these niggas nervous, what the fuck is pressure?

You not on this level cause you lack the effort

You thought you seen the drought, you about to see a desert

Gettin' to this money is my guilty pleasure

I should take a break and let 'em get a chance

Fuck that shit I'm turned up in this bitch again

Bitch, I ain't your daddy, I can't hold your hand

One thing that's for sure is bands gon' make her dance

Play this at your party, play this on your block

Play this at your office, play this in your shop

Play this when you and the homies load the Glocks

Play this shit again when my album drop

My business get personal, forgive me for birthin' you

I heard a couple lines that you stole from a verse or two

My flow is too versatile, my punchlines get surgical

'Fore I even heard of you, I already murdered you

Hard work pays off, so bitch you know what to do

Lock myself down in the trap for 'bout a month or two

I got work so you know that clientele comin' through

We got grams, we got Grammys, we got O's and Oscars too

She wanna hop in the Range, I wanna hop in the Wraith

She want it all in her pants, I want it all in her face

All I be wantin' is bands, all I be wantin' is bass

I don't be wantin' no friends, bitch get the fuck out my face

She fell in love in a day, I fell in love with the yay

I fell in love with the cake, ain't got to tell me to spray

Had to make sure we was straight, I was the reason we ate

I put the food on your plate, you should just let me be great

Half a million on a grape, all these niggas full of hate

I'm so high, I need a cape

I'm so high, I'm out of space

My savings runnin' out of space

'Cause I be spendin' to the cake

Like I'm tryin' to win a race

Your bitch is all up in my face

Tell her she got good taste

'Cause all I know is first place

We was the ones that was tellin' them niggas about cookin' and whippin' the yay

All of these bitches be on me when I'm in the Bentley what more can I say?

Bitch I been kickin' this pimpin', since pimpin' been pimpin' way back in the day

Real niggas gettin' this money so fuck you little bloggers and fuck what you say