Lyrics:
and the booty rude
I be causing family feud
Do my lil dance and get this big money
Blick in my bag yeen ain't taking none from me
Barley moving but the ass going
the chapters
Came up on 8-Ball and MJG
Bun B and Pimp C
Three-6, Playa Fly, and Master P
As a Juvenile, I wanted
Cash Money with No Limit
Get Rich or Die Trying
Blowin some high-tech shit
Through your projects
Makin' whatever was in my way easy to di-tect
I wrecks guys
Over money gone Saratoga son
like pretty thick bitches
Attitude ass phat
I hit bitches by the pair
Duces wild pitty pat
Bitch its 2020 niggaz dissin
We not into that
Niggaz steady
Hood ventures, had my share of crazy ass livin'
Whippin' through the project blocks, hot like crazy ass women
Cops dippin' up and down the hill,
the concrete
Older niggas I loved talked like they was above, maintaining a time sheet
That slow money, picked up the family business
By the age of thirteen,
niggas try to copy but can't paste it
Love hard, if I don't fuck with you then I can't fake it
She only want me, I get money, I can rap and I get hoes
cash
Fuckin' with mines'll be, much more than your ass
So many years and tears and blood and sweat that fell
This dirt underneath my fingernails speak
have her ass pumpin like the dope in the projects
I'm still in these streets like I ain't even hot yet
I do it for the hood like I can't even stop yet
a quarter block
I'm the undisputed track king, talkin' straight cash shit like Mayweather
I was 15 on The Money Team, whip a nigga ass like Mayweather
Young
No time to speculate
Gold on my teeth
Like project pat dats facts
And I'm bout racks Like Jigga
Cut throat world ion trust myself or
Dis bitches even
me out i been authentic aint no counterfit
Switching up the flow this off the dome cause i was meant for this
Banging old school project pat on my
of Tennessee
Yea I'll let you free
When I drop you off that balcony, bitch
Project Pat ah whats that you poppin'?
It look like from here an 80 mili Oxycotton
ya dig
Bitch niggas get split
If you got change on ya wig
I'll take the hit
Real fast and quick
226 my clique Cash Money the shit
Project heroes
Bout 6
Tempurpedic got pallets all on the floor n shit
Like wen ya down on ya ass nowhere to go n shit
Aye
Imma trust in da process switch up da project
Litt bit
I was framed like a wedding flick, 2 time felon
Still a predicate, doin' time, tell 'em that's a negative
Prejudice judge, bails be a mil' in cash
it down like a wreckin' ball
Role call where my niggas that's one for all
And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse
Cash in the envelope, spend
first to hit the block
Little bad mothafucka with a pocket full of rocks
Learn to throw them thangs, get my skinny little ass kicked
And niggas laugh
A multi-million dollar project
In ass-shaking mode
It was a Friday night
All the ladies rumps shakin'
The place start quakin' and everybody makin'
Hot beats for
whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who that
Get his brains blew back with a new gat
Yellin' "true that", hollowtips is goin' clean through that
I heard it crash
Nigga said I hurt 'em bad, you heard him laugh
Talkin' trash 'bout whoopin' my ass
I never let a nigga do that, who that
Get
a cash cow
Battle me, you unlucky, get the black clouds
Got yo bitch right up in my pocket bet her ass drown
In the dark, light a nigga up when I flash
the water
Hard for her to cross the border
I'm talking cash, money with money
Speaking cash, money with money
Oh, she got a wagon, a Mercedes
She got more
with the hood on
I like a bitch with a fat ass
Know you can never tag along
Want the fast cars with the nitros on
I was danm broke from the projects
I
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