Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money, artist - Project Pat. Album song M.O.B., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 07.09.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cleopatra
Song language: English
Money |
| 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!) |