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