Lyrics:
love going crazy
Just sipping from fountains of youth
Winner of all off my matches
Pen got me feelin like Cassius
I want to escape
With the money I make
You couldn't
Money ain't an object
Working on our project
Anything that you want
Girl you got it
It's a lovely day
This is the way
We live in comfort
Livin' life like a penitentiary with a ki in my hand
Knockin' project bricks
Flippin' chickens, and movin' out quick
Hard-hustlin' 'cause we love
the money hid
Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do'
Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro
Put'cha H'es up, represent'cha city bro
Counting
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Project Pat
We just want y'all to dance with us man
Y'all know what it is, it's goin' down
Motorcycle with it, with it,
of money, I'm fresh up off the block
So many brand-new niggas, we don't know who to trust
A bunch of pussy-ass rappers tryin' to sound like us
Sweet
about it, be about it, take another shot
Rap money came in, copped another loft
I got three-month sauce
I had to be a boss
I feel like the goal baby,
Guns on me I ain't leaving without
Gud gas ion got nothin but exotic
Money on me coming outta the pocket
Vvs trying to look at the diamonds
Yea you
Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga want to steal my
by a nigga who like dick?
Anybody can pull a trigger and shoot
That don't make you no motherfucking killer
Especially when you like niggas
I still
"Under the
Cherry Moon" And I was there
That's how I look
At it like this shit just went down
You see the mastery that
I'm surrounded by? How
On earth am I
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
I need a project bitch
I feel like Project Pat
On that Six Mafia shit
I need a moonlight bitch
Daydream when I'm with my bitch
Don't know what loving
inside your eyes
You Never Felt Nothing Realer
Spit fire drip like water
Im a steamboat
Get ha high
And make ha choke
THC hoe
Money is the motive
Crescent
See i came up around them junkies and them crash dummies
From da projects we ain't never had nothin
See we been on our dick so boy don't make us
down like the pavement
Live by the code, keep it true
Anything and everything to get a loot
Nigga think they trill but I'm triller
Nigga think they
Know that ain't shit really funny
I'm just laughing to the bank
Cuz I love making money, uh-huh
Ay Pastor Pat
You got any words for the congreation
damn, I really miss him
Ran up my money but still ain't happy, like, what I'm missin'?
I guess they blinded by the diamonds, the fame, and the millions
else'll give a fuck, huh
It's my niggas! (DJ Chop Up Exclusive)
Ayo, I been through a lot with my niggas
And still we strong
Damn, Yak was my nigga, I wish
Spitting nothing but writtens in the booth
Solo dolo, by my fucking self
Aye
Shout out to Edward for the idea
I really be going I'm never gone stop
Like
like fast money
Even today I'm considered a crash dummy
A rapper chasing stardom
How can I fast forward?
My accolades better than all them
But why I'm
Like cake batter by any means, son
We make your face splatter word life
I never understood the broke type
Thinkin' back then when I hustled
My first
to lose
Play to win like something to prove
Make it wave when makin moves
Make it wave when makin moves
Money down that’s the issue
Money down that’s
a light, nigga?
Used to chastise or string us up to spite niggas
War to fight for the culture, instead we eaten by vultures
They mix us like mimosas, hang
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