Money - Project Pat, Juicy J

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

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

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

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!)