Money

Lyrics

[Chorus: Project Pat] Money, this that shit these robbers out here blast for Money, this that shit these bitches clapping ass for Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some [Verse 1: Project Pat] Only thing I know is get money, I got to have that Quick to put that chopper in your life, bitch where that bread at I don't want to rob, but I promise you that I will though Imma do whatever I got to to pay these bills ho These niggas say I'm rapping, but I could be trapping A round of applause the way these nines get to clapping A lot of y'all broads pillow talking with these bros And telling all your business, pussy nigga naw I never tell my business to a ratchet ho Oh nut gobbling slutty bitch, all she want is blow And money's everything, got my ride sitting clean Boy if you ain't seen a half a million you ain't seen shit [Chorus: Project Pat] Money, this that shit these robbers out here blast for Money, this that shit these bitches clapping ass for Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some [Verse 2: Juicy J] WHO, walk in the bank!? WHO, open the safe!? WHO, I don't have account WHO, my shit in the safe!? Passcode, bombproof Ebola-proof, New York Times want a photo shoot? Double XL want to write reviews? Sixty minutes, with Barbara Walters, fuck would I do? I did it I had to get it, you won't see my goons, got a thousand midgets With text on 'em, I send a text to 'em, to hide in your crib and send a text back They put rattle snakes in your baby's crib, Bushwick Bill, the ugliest niggas That kill, I'm laughing, I'm counting my money with cheers, BURRRRR, you niggas is her's - Bitch made, C section with a switch blade, STUPID I go buy Rav', you talking sideways? I'm parking that bitch, in your baby driveway How do I do it, that's how I stunt on a hater, fuck would I do else? Fuck what I knew, fuck what I do, if I ain't doing Juicy J to the fullest? That Juicy J carrying metric tons, since I was thirteen, watching Pat in the coke game 'Til I grew up shouting Three-Six (MAFIA!), fifty-million dollars in the basement (MAFIA!) I buy your connect on an iMessage, bitch don't flood my emails Juicy J, I never fly alone, my weed got frequent, flier mileage (Money!)