Lyrics:
fuckin with them stank hoes for?
[JT Money]
Check this out, I was loungin, coolin by the Brougham
A bitch comes up talkin bout, take her home
Yo,
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
want you to do this one for all
the boys 'round the way, you know what I'm sayin'? Same shit 'bout
all those stank bitches.
Verse 1: JT Money
Hey
JT: Hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this shit right here!
Verse 2: JT Money
Constantly naggin' 'bout the things I don't do
But while I'm
see me fightin' a wolf
Pray for the wolf, don't pray for me
You better ask first if it's safe to speak
Don't ever keep the safe in
The place you sleep
just bawl like JT but them tears never help
WHY ME
WHY ME
Bitch I bawl like JT
CRY ME
Like a river
Put you in one
TRY ME
Like Aretha
Put some respect by
Bitch you dont gotta ask me nun
Since my nigga was a young boy we knew he was going NBA
And nigga I got real shooters man you see that fadeaway
Who knew
the city, you live and let die..>
{Livin' in the ci-ty}
{Livin' in the ci-ty} me quick!>
Verse 2: JT Money
Wake up
the game
Don't compare me to you my nigga because we ain't the same
We ain't the same
See im in it for money nigga you in it for the fame boy you lame
Lame
agree
That the only person rich as me is JT
And none of my old friends are forgotten
Now that Debonaire's spoiled rotten
Verse 3: JT Money
Mr. Jackpot,
City by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the Benzes, rollin Philles
We younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from
up backup
JT, Miami, she act up
JT, Miami, she act up
JT money, she got that
JT Money, like "who dat?"
They talk bout the gang
They asking for music
So
wanna ask the game to marry me
Tell that bitch get on her knees huh
After I get my nut you leave huh
Prophet just gotta be free huh
These labels won't be
Let it go
Let it go
If the ho want to ho nigga let it go(4x)
[JT Money Talkin]
That's what I'm talkin bout
Niggaz need to let it go, ya know
'bout my bread
Round the world if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya they love the kid
Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (Yeah)
Bitch, I stay fly like I'm
Pullin' off the runway (Pyong)
Money gettin' crazy like my
Bank account is padded (Loco)
Speakin' 'bout my money
It be talkin'
time fa da boxin cause ion like to touch em
But if you run up on me den i guess i have to bust ya
It's too much money out here to be worried bout
Lotta mileage on her she fucked on my partner
Lied to me about it and that's why I'm
I'm bout my money yeah I'm bout my money yeah
I'm bout my money yeah
Lemme hear ya say, aw yeah!
Verse 1: JT Money
JT, wreckin' shit like a drunk driver
The Bitch-izer's richer and wiser
Niggas camouflage to be large like
Chorus
Latoya Edwars
You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby(echoes)
J.T. Money
Yes sir, I'm a pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.
The money that the other fellas sayin' I'll be gettin'
The moral to the story is, a brother like JT
Runs game greatly, so don't try to play me
Thinkin' I'm
these niggas
'bout some of that Rufftown Behavior!
[JT Money]
Time to rip, money-grip, a nigga tired of waitin'
Pass the mic like Marino, I'll
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
They ask me how I’m getting all this money
Say I won the lottery but you ain’t that lucky
Get
damn near lied
Yeah, it's somethin' 'bout some money, I damn near tried
Yeah, the stove on me, I damn near fire
Yeah, call the plug, jugg, then I fly
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