Lyrics:
And she know that it's gonna last 'cause everybody else be lame (Woo)
I'm gonna rich one day (Woo)
Put myself in a brand new lane (Skrrt, skrrt)
Put myself
ice)
And she know that it's gonna last 'cause everybody else be lame (Woo)
I'm gonna rich one day (Woo)
Put myself in a brand new lane (Skrrt, skrrt)
Put
while I'm fucking it
I just can't put all my trust in it
I make it hot like a oven mitt
And she can't call me by my government
I know they gone love this
'cause I'm crawling down slow
Come up in the game, just to let everybody know
Playa haters, wanna know who you are
When you coming down, like a superstar
To these hoes I'm Project Pat
But I ain't saving, that's a fact
I don't want no bitch
Who give a young nigga flashbacks
Running through these niggas
I don't
Million dollar project
How much can I tell you
How bad would you doubt it
Millions of dollars means millions of options
Surrounded by liars the only
and young and rich-
There isn't a lot that they lack
Not Bobby and Jackie and Jack
And Ethel and Ted and Eunice and Pat and Joan
And Steve and Peter
whole donkey (Donkey)
Bullshit, slime stay on it (I'm a slime)
Stick on my side like my sideline (Sideline)
Pull up in your hood, that's a drive-by
fake it
Used to play rich I ain wanna say it
Im from partments the cribs that was vacant
Don't say that you got it cuz niggas gone take it
Some niggas be
heard yo' mixtape
You had some almost hit's
You got some catchin' up to do
'cause I'm almost rich
Number one prospect, it's really no contest
Complex,
(Introduction)
Yeah
Uh huh
C.O.D.
Rich N Spirit
Peep
(1st Verse)
Everyday I'm being tested by them darker forces
So I move closer to God, and I
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
the projects, trappin'
Waiting on the day I would come up
Gotta get the bag
You n****s seen the progress, whoa!
Get money, switch roles for the glow up
I'm on my
the projects, trappin'
Waiting on the day I would come up
Gotta get the bag
You niggas seen the progress, whoa!
Get money, switch roles for the glow up
I'm on my
on the autopsy
Went to see Papi, to cop me a brick
Asked for some consignment, he wasn't tryin' to hear it
Smoking mad Newports 'cause I'm due in court
For
get da cheese, dats by any means
If ya real, then throw ya set, let me see ya sign
Project Pat, from the southside, out here on the grind
While
a smart mouth
It's Project Pat Memphis Tenn represent the South
So pass the dro-dro and we gone stay trickin'
Full of that mo'-mo' holla at a chicken
Bwok
these problems, nigga you don't want these problems
I said "Han", that's what the title say
'Cause I'm rich, homie, it's why you feel some kind of way
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what
ass, tape on the handle, trey eight revolver. What!
Projects too hot, niggas better hope we never hit rock
'Cause then we gonna run up in your spot
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
it
Better keep up yeah, that's a foreign (yeah)
Hit your girl with endurance ('durance)
She like "I'm okay, (okay)
'Cause I got insurance" (yeah)
by all types
Cuz even lesbians be wanna fight
Cuz they all know if you ain't da homies then yo hoe just might get the pipe
N they all want it from this
You good, T-Minus?
Niggas been counting me out
I'm counting my bullets
I'm loading my clips
I'm writing down names
I'm making a list
I'm
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