Stickup (feat. Juliette Lewis)
Morten, Karma
My name is Juilette
I don't care what they say
I didn't kill Romeo
I had the wickest dream last night
I was walking through a dark hall
And I open up this door
And there were all these men playing poker
(Po-po-poker)
They had no time for me
Their eyes were all looking down at their numbers
And I said: Stick them up, get them up, all the way up!
Stick them up!
This is a stickup!
(Up, up, up...)
I can see it in your eyes
You act like you're not scared
Like you got no fear
I'm gonna take it from you
Stick your hands up
I said, stick your hands up
Stick your hands up
This is a motherfucking stickup!
(Up, up, up...)
I walked into a room
All eyes turn to me
You got money to burn, burn, burn
With your greedy hands
And your greedy hearts fear
You got money to burn
And I'm gonna take it
I want you to shut that door:
Nobody's going anywhere
Don't you fucking move
I said don't you fucking move!
I want everybody over in that corner right there
You better drop your money
Drop your change
Drop those cards, baby
You act like you're not scared
Like you got no fear
I can taste it man
I can see it in your eyes
You act like you're not scared
Like you got no fear
I'm gonna take it from you
Stick your hands up
I said, stick your hands up
Stick your hands up
This is a motherfucking stickup!
I can see it in your eyes
You act like you're not scared
Like you got no fear
I'm gonna take it from you
Stick your hands up
I said, stick your hands up
Stick your hands up
This is a motherfucking stickup!
My name is Juilette
I don't care what they say
I didn't kill Romeo
I had the wickest dream last night
I was walking through a dark hall
And I open up this door
And there were all these men playing poker
(Po-po-poker)
They had no time for me
Their eyes were all looking down at their numbers
And I said: Stick them up, get them up, all the way up!
Stick them up!
This is a stickup!
(Up, up, up...)
I can see it in your eyes
You act like you're not scared
Like you got no fear
I'm gonna take it from you
Stick your hands up
I said, stick your hands up
Stick your hands up
This is a motherfucking stickup!
(Up, up, up...)
I walked into a room
All eyes turn to me
You got money to burn, burn, burn
With your greedy hands
And your greedy hearts fear
You got money to burn
And I'm gonna take it
I want you to shut that door:
Nobody's going anywhere
Don't you fucking move
I said don't you fucking move!
I want everybody over in that corner right there
You better drop your money
Drop your change
Drop those cards, baby
You act like you're not scared
Like you got no fear
I can taste it man
I can see it in your eyes
You act like you're not scared
Like you got no fear
I'm gonna take it from you
Stick your hands up
I said, stick your hands up
Stick your hands up
This is a motherfucking stickup!
I can see it in your eyes
You act like you're not scared
Like you got no fear
I'm gonna take it from you
Stick your hands up
I said, stick your hands up
Stick your hands up
This is a motherfucking stickup!
Credits
Writer(s): Juliette Lewis, Timothy Nelson, Morton
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