Lyrics:
the real Dill
Like my brother Tommy
We a couple rugrats
Ghetty green bitch
On some Project Pat shit
You waiting on a check
Cause they played you on your
the hod
I got my mind on my money (money) my money on my mind (mind)
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat
niggas done loss they minds
blame it on Coriddy and Ooh
when we cock them thangs and shoot
thinking somebody had seen my face
now I'm gonna catch
on this side
Lets you know
Money on my mind and I know she feel it
Hunnids by the pile weed to roll
Hunnids by the pound smoke I know you get it
I'm fly
get blunted
Had the whole projects workin for fifty on five-hundred
As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack
I used to idolize Cat
Hurt me in my
any drugs sir searchin in my car
(Chorus x2)
(Project Pat)
Sugar me timba dog and blow me down
Pullin out tha tone tone and y'all don't make a sound
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
out here with the yay
We been counting money on them
We some rich young niggas out the projects
Still counting money on em
Screaming fuck them other
the public with access to my talents because I am generous.
I complete all of my projects on time.
I make money doing things that I would have enjoyed doing
happen
But I'mma keep it all under wraps
No cap
I'mma keep it all about facts
I started this grind by myself
Put my money on me
Changed my mind to get
happen
But I'mma keep it all under wraps
No cap
I'mma keep it all about facts
I started this grind by myself
Put my money on me
Changed my mind to get
split wigs
And still could happen
But I'mma keep it all under wraps
No cap
I'mma keep it all about facts
I started this grind by myself
Put my money on me
to Project Pat
Uhhh
Gold teeth, playing music, bussin' slabs
Sippin' that drank, that put me on my back
Yeee, I'm a hunnit thousand
My swagga hunnit thousand
I
The money I made didn't change me, nigga, it changed you
I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you
Back in the days, I went
The money I made didn't change me, nigga, it changed you
I stayed the same through my wealth, but take a look at you
Back in the days, I went
I'll be back
Right where your at
Money on by
I'll roll high and sell your land
Seeing two wolves
Pickin' which we feeding last
I've been petty and pride
Now when they heard who in the club DJ Paul
Bitches chosen up
When they see I'm icy like a slush
Then they frozen up
Like my homie Project Pat
We keep
[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
[Bridge]
1 for the money, 2 for the thugs
3 for the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get
you so you can make a mill
Let me be your master
And that money you should let me handle
Hit ya if you hit that blunt, another night
Ho I'm on my grind
with the ice, when the
(crrrck) it'll quick drop
Passed by the trap, that's wassam
You can get by! Retarded!
Stripper getting money by the ziplock
money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood
I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
I'm good in the hood so you know
Yeah!
Yeah nigga! (It's ya boy Lil Jon right)
You know?
Got my nigga Project Pat right here wit' me!
(What's up boy?)
Memphis Tenn' to da
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