Video Home Run de Juelz Santana 2024 Reggaeton Lyrics

Juelz Santana - Home Run Lyrics

Home Run Song Lyrics
Home Run by Juelz Santana [Juelz Santana]
Aight, I'm baaaack
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my b**ch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I'm already fly and I ain't even put my clothes on yet
Cuz
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly) [x3]
Aight, ya niggas know me!

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and b**ches on b**ches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day
Keep a bad b**ch to f**k me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my b**ches get b**ches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it

[Juelz Santana]
Uh, aight
Ok I'm up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, time to bring that money home
Brown paper bags still talk that money
And my money make money I don't touch that money
I got money mad at me yeah upset money
I got money over money that's bumpin money
Crib so spacious, whip so matrix
Keep chicks with me, and the hips bodacious
Nigga like me move quick, no patience
Rockstar life, everyday click wasted
Everyday's a long day, I get money the long way
Go to sleep then wake up with it, bed full of naked b**ches
They know I got that juice and they just want a taste, a sippin'
I be battin', they be pitchin', Barry Bonds the way I hit it
Listen, they get fly (they get fly), I am fly (am fly)
Aight, ya niggas know me!
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and b**ches on b**ches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day
Keep a bad b**ch to f**k me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my b**ches get b**ches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it

[Verse 2 - Juelz Santana]
Uhhh
I'm international like my f**king visa
Swag on Easter, wrist on freezer
b**ch on diva, waist on heater
Lungs on reefer, pockets on pizza
And when it come to gettin doe I'ma roll like Peter (yup)
Coke on the scale, Libra
Hail Mary niggas, no Mother Teresa
Aight, I'm forever on my grind (grind)
Cuz you can freeze the watch but you can never freeze the time (no)
You pop sh*t, I show sh*t
You got sh*t, I own sh*t
That fly sh*t, I'm on it
I'm hawk sh*t, you novice
Man, ok I'm up to the plate, homerun is gone
You know what that means, it's time to bring that money home

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and b**ches on b**ches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day
Keep a bad b**ch to f**k me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my b**ches get b**ches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it

[Juelz Santana]
Wake up in the mornin with one thought
I gotta get it
Then I hop up in the shower, had my b**ch already in it
While she ride me down, I stroke her breasts
Hopped out the shower soaking wet
I'm already fly and I ain't even put my clothes on yet
Cuz
They get fly (they get fly), I am fly (I am fly) [x3]
Aight, ya niggas know me!

[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
Now I got money on money, and b**ches on b**ches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I got money on my mind, and I'm thinking all day
Keep a bad b**ch to f**k me when I had a long day
Cuz my money make money and my b**ches get b**ches
Bring my chopper to the office, let it handle all my bidness
I get baseball money, check my home run average
Take over the game and let my homeboys have it