Lyrics:
they
Know that I'm the shit nigga I'm on the low
Yee ain't know I got dem bricks
I'm getting this money over here
I got you bitches sick
(Project Pat
Gotta go get my nigga Alley Boy
Y'all niggas know the business project Pat
We gettin' this money, man
Real shit, real spit
Let's go, let's go, let's
you don't me nigga holdup
I'm just a project nigga on the front steps
And gettin' money is the concept
By any means, and the belt where the gun kept
I
Ah, please (Project Pat) Yea
Ah Please! Say pretty please ah
(Project Pat) Yea *sound of mix table*
Say I want some triple six dick
(Let's) Ooh
stars, killas
Stabbin on you bitches like a jacker pullin triggas
Playas ridin twenty's, checkin tramps for money
Smellin like da chronic, ballin, doin
a bowl, I'm out here passin' L's
I did it on my own like Pat LaBelle, homie I rap for real, no cap Pharrel
My tracks are gon' get plaques wrapped in
Bay bay wussup mane? Wuddup Juicy?
Wiz wussup? Project Pat wussup?
Taylor Gang in this bitch
We're pourin' drinks in the club
Smell the weed when
what I'm talkin' 'bout? Hypnotize Minds, yeah
You see me in this new car, this what money do
You see me shinin' like a star, this what money do
I
nightmares of the bottom
If Money bring your problems, shid I guess I got lot em
Niggas want my top cause they bitch been on my roster
Feel like pat bev I was
ain't got bands but you sleep till two
Focus on bitches then you band-less too
Speeding pass like zoom
But am I running? Nah (hell nah)
I take em by
said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is
They be impressed by the penmanship
Came back to back like a victory (Woo)
This ain't a moving it's history (Woo)
Triple Salute be the army (Yea)
And all
of my lasso
Money bag in my pants tucked in like fat rolls
Any Tom dick Harry can get it
Bubba gets scary Buffalos with it
Once we get started we ain’t
this money
Now I get this money by the Brinks truck buddy
Need a mansion and a yacht, 'til I feel like Puffy
Summertime in the hood and it still not
prime like rib
Cage free from atom
That's energy you live by
Everywhere at the end of time
Back bone in the universe Like it's mine
Pick up the cross, put
[Intro: Project Pat]
Yes sir hypnotized mutherfuckin minds my boy Lil Wyte
about to put it down for you mutherfuckin hoe's just
like this it's goin
fortunes
Importing weapons
Put it on my beltings
Welp in your skeleton
Like a wicked witch
? ? ? ? see them bail
{project pat}
Be the next nigga to fall
and be a real crease
Christian on my toes bitches think that I'm a real priest
Face card stupid shawty checking like an I.D.
This drip exclusive I can't
swingin on)
(Check it)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Okay, time period 5 B.C.
5 years before money and crack was a priority
(Authority) figures loomin like dark skies
my jack
Your niggas ain't here cause we put them in a pack (pow)
I'm in the field making moves like the Pats
I seen niggas make money off of crack
This
It's a Panarama in the driveway
Feds watching, we in the projects
They know we ain't posed to be driving that
Fucking the natnats and alley cats
Trap
bitch, she's in love with the crew
Exclusive drip all on my- huh, huh
Marni and Rick on my boots
These rappers phony, keep me a heater like Tony
Thinking
been washing in I need a wizard
To set this price, movable object come from the project bet on his life
Blinded by vice, running with mice, thinking it's
ya, Ewem ya, Ewem ya
Money cars clothes
Gotta put God first and don't be distracted by your hoes
Gotta let the spirit lead
If it's a school thing
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