Lyrics:
got addicted to the cash
Cameras on every phone, got 'em addicted to the flash
Picture it. I was last, hustlin' glass by the gram
Now I'm handing
cash in
Then cash out the mansion
Cash out deposits
Got a whole lot of options
Got a whole lot of money
So we got a whole lot of problems
Made it
he ain't sharing
If that's her man no respect
Weak ass nigga I detect
She live across town by the big play ground
Across the street from the projects
blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG
with my young niggas
Project Pat, in the bank with them skis on triggers
Real killers roll round here, lookin for some prey
Low key behind tinted
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
(Big Moe)
Yeee-yeee haahee yeehaa, yeee-yaahee
That nigga Big Ass Moe
Chillin with my partna named D-mo
Its on his birthday we comin through
In
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
to uncover my cash
So uncover that ass
While I cum and cover that ass
Put the fuckin money in the bag
I'm on a mission, no you cant top me
Unless you know what
to uncover my cash
So uncover that ass
While I cum and cover that ass
Put the fuckin money in the bag
I'm on a mission, no you cant top me
Unless you know what
She want to uncover my cash
So uncover that ass
While I cum and cover that ass
Put the fuckin money in the bag
I’m on a mission, no you cant top me
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull
visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & S.O.G
Lord Infamous and Crunchy Black got them gats to your back
Another sweet robbery another
Cash out racks yeah
Save my money need no mask, what i said
There wasn't nobody fresh as him
I put jordan's in my closet
I didn't use to have attention
of purple
These niggaz always gettin' money in they inner circle
Fuck with 'em they fin' to hurt you, gotta get they cash on
Necessary evil they quick to put
hmm) Candy painted with the gloss
You can hate but that's the way a player floss
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm 'bout
I'ma
and quick
226 my clique Cash Money the shit
Project heroes
Bout 6 zeroes
Makin' records is the front we got 10 kilos
Unload reload
If ya ball you fall
Break the law (Motherfucker)
Blowin' gas on a sucker's ass
My money come fast
Choppa blast on a nigga ass, we gets the cash
Foreign whips, this is
keepin it hood
What it is? I'm the Opa Locka goon
Got work in the trap
And the Chevy droppin soon
See, Cash Money rubberbands 'em, bands 'em
Since I got
so I hit the ground, my life is on the line
Gotta hold my projects down, can't see myself getting bodied
By a clown ass nigga that ain't even from my
cash is my life
Sipping Sprite and breaking mics, winning money, shaking dice
Hitting licks and shaking vikes, you want three chickens pay the price
gettin' green, Project Pat
Still not enough yet I can't stop til I see one million cash
As a kid I had the same toys for seven eight years
I always wished I
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
a shit
Give my black ski mask and gun and a door to kick
Down watchin' frown put the tone underneath your chin
You know Project Pat is there, your
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