Lyrics:
a brick, fold that money up
Fold that money up, fold that money up
Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it up
Tryna stack my money 'til I can't fold it
they went to
I'm happy Oh (happy)
I see the friends, they money (The money)
Too much on my mind, i need a drink
The pills bruh Oh (The pills bruh)
said
If you ain't got my money or my bud
I'm killing you and him
(The number you reached, 9-1-1)
(Has been changed to a non-publi-)
Project Pat
Baby know she bad way past ten she cost a dime
I'm tryna blow up like a mine
Bitch I got money on my mind
She tryna squeeze inside my schedule
But I
to NY to my project bitch
She like to do it anywhere, a real hard head bitch
And she enjoy riffing when I'm gone
But love when I say I'll be there in
with my wiz
Now she dead with my kids
I live by the subway, niggas push drugs in my hallway
All day everyday tryin to get the pay
And I be tryin'
Project Pat yo boy Juicy J
You'll never be a G, You'll never be a G
I done sold them grams rob niggas for cash
I done bust that thompa on plenty
no ball cap
I ain't saving these hoes
Project pat wit out the cape
Same hoes Still fuck us
Something good for a snake
Lil nigga but my money having ups
the rent
So I had to pay the bitch
I will put that bitch on a strip
Get all of my money bitch
And bring it right back
I'm cruising to that Project Pat
But
[Intro:]
Straight out of QB niggas
This is nas, lo
With my braveheart niggas
Jungle, wiz and horse
fuckin with these cash money millionaires
so what
I remember all
All the fights we had
You'd slap my forehead
Say look at that
Say it was a roach
I'd hit you back
You stayed with us
By mawmaw Pat
my grandfather was smart
And had a whole lot of pride he didn't
Speak a terrible amount
But you could tell there was a
Ton on his mind like a
Quiet
(Counting all these ends)
Touch my money (Touch my money)
I'ma spazz out (I'ma spazz out)
Trust no bitch
And fuck her friend (Fuck her friend)
Put them niggas
feel good
But not the greatest
Money money over money money
When you wake up it was all a dream hey
Money on my head
Money on my mind
People just don't
Then I went by my Granny on Garfield, by Moolah house
Where they keep them toolies out
Track life, fear nobody, track life
Get your money, track life
some crips
Stainless steel snug to my hip
Gotta give the streets my cred
Showed me how to water whip
Remember bumping three, six
Project pat a bunch
took one in his face
By somebody he knew
Stretched in the project hallway
Fatal car flipped
He got ejected out the front windshield
Broke most of his
got to maintain (no money no love)
and hold it down one time. (no money no la la love).
(Yo bout to throw this out how it go?)
My verbal
turn
Fell off 'cause you wasn't yourself
Oh well, nigga live and you learn
Money don't concern me, I was too determined
Fuck what you heard, I feed my
spray easy
Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy
I get money on the grind
So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind
[Turk] They got this nigga named Rob, and Rob is my dog His people doin' bad, sometimes I break him off I got love for the nigga - 'round my way,
Man, Project Pat in the house
This go out to all the real niggas out there havin' money
Ghetty green, that cheese, that feddi, that loot
Better
red Rum! (x4)
[Project Pat]
A .44 bullet shell took my niggas life
Triggers pulled by some young niggas on that white
He used to fuck with them boys
university education program; how do we get money she lamented; her husband then said my pension would soon be ready I’ll see how I can get that fixed (of
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