Текст песни Pitbull - Juice Box

Money - ay oh ay oh ay oh wah - Money - ay oh ay oh ay oh wah - Money
I want, I need, I like, to get - Money, money, money, money,
I want, I need, I like, to get - Money, money, money, I like
Her right there and her friend over there, I like [x4]
That juice box wet, she keep that juice box juicy, I like [x4]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
I′m Cuban - I′m good with the water - salt or the soda
I′ve been raised on valium, I′m beat
Pera roba, gun shine state - Florida!
Now hold up!
You know what it is, what it aint when them boys there roll up
Yeah we got it sewed up
We got a toe up from the floor up, now so what

I want, I need, I like, to get - Money, money, money, money,
I want, I need, I like, to get - Money, money, money, I like
Her right there and her friend over there, I like [x4]
That juice box wet, she keep that juice box juicy, I like [x4]

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOW
My life - Vincent Van Gogh couldn′t paint it
And I love that you hate it (hate it)
I fuck em, you date em
I′m hotter than Satan, look partner just save it (save it)
I went from Opa Locka Boulevard to paradise - Point Drive thats right
Now I walk in the club, look in dey eyes and tell em lets ride... DALE!

I want, I need, I like, to get - Money, money, money, money,
I want, I need, I like, to get - Money, money, money, I like
Her right there and her friend over there, I like [x4]
That juice box wet, she keep that juice box juicy, I like [x4]
ay oh ay oh ay oh wah - Money - ay oh ay oh ay oh wah - Money