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fuckin with them stank hoes for?

[JT Money]
Check this out, I was loungin, coolin by the Brougham
A bitch comes up talkin bout, take her home
Yo,
want you to do this one for all 
the boys 'round the way, you know what I'm sayin'? Same shit 'bout 
all those stank bitches.

Verse 1: JT Money
Hey
raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one that's only 12 years old
Crankin
JT: Hold up, hold up, let me straighten all this shit right here!

Verse 2: JT Money
Constantly naggin' 'bout the things I don't do
But while I'm
oh, 
all y'all fuck-niggas gon' have to bring it!

Chorus

Verse 3:  JT Money
Back in yo' ass, it's the Clan
Spreadin' like a virus, backed by
the finger waves, work it, JT
Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT
I’m at large, running plays like a circuit, JT
I'm selling verses, Jay Z, watch
I'm spittin but me
Nina be	

[Chorus: JT]
We 'bout to blow this bitch
Niggaz work hard in the game so they notice this, what
We 'bout to blow this
agree
That the only person rich as me is JT
And none of my old friends are forgotten
Now that Debonaire's spoiled rotten

Verse 3:  JT Money
Mr. Jackpot,
the city, you live and let die..>
{Livin' in the ci-ty}  
{Livin' in the ci-ty}  me quick!>

Verse 2:  JT Money
Wake up
Lemme hear ya say, aw yeah!

Verse 1:  JT Money
JT, wreckin' shit like a drunk driver
The Bitch-izer's richer and wiser
Niggas camouflage to be large like
these niggas 
'bout some of that Rufftown Behavior! 

[JT Money] 
Time to rip, money-grip, a nigga tired of waitin' 
Pass the mic like Marino, I'll
The money that the other fellas sayin' I'll be gettin'
The moral to the story is, a brother like JT
Runs game greatly, so don't try to play me
Thinkin' I'm
Let it go
Let it go
If the ho want to ho nigga let it go(4x)

[JT Money Talkin]
That's what I'm talkin bout
Niggaz need to let it go, ya know
Yo JT tell her to give me a 7 UP man
Hey, hey that bitch tripping man, hey bring us some drinks hoe
Man that show was liver than a motherfucker
'bout my bread
Round the world if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya they love the kid

Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (I-I get it)
Whoa, hey (Yeah)
your feelings
And I don't want to pass you by
But I don't ask you 'bout your business
Don't ask me about mine

Well it's true I love the money
Intro: JT Money
Yeahhhh, wussup! It's that nigga! Uh! Nine-Three! 
Catchin' wreck once again on them hoes!
Sendin' this one to all the negroes!
pumps, Gucci slouch bags
Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?

All my fly bitches like
(Dirty money, dirty money)
All my stripper bitches like
Chorus 

Latoya Edwars 

You's a pimp baby, you's a pimp baby(echoes) 



J.T. Money 

Yes sir, I'm a pimp pimp, now let me hear you say it.
Jack jack, yeah
Put em up, put em up
Yo yo, JT Money!
Throw em up, throw em up
JT Money

[Chorus]
Ai, ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ai, ya ya ya ya ya ya
Jack jack, yeah
Put em up, put em up
Yo yo, JT Money!
Throw em up, throw em up
JT Money

[Chorus]
Ai, ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ai, ya ya ya ya ya ya
Jack jack, yeah
Put em up, put em up
Yo yo, JT Money!
Throw em up, throw em up
JT Money

[Chorus]
Ai, ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ai, ya ya ya ya ya ya
Ain't got the slightest of clues or either paid your dues
Then these hoes goin crazy, bout J baby!
The way you show me your love, is by the way you pay me
to get my weight up (X2)
Hol' on, I'm just tryin' to get my weight up
Big Homies drivin' by, tellin' me to stay up
How the fuck I'm supposed to stay up?
at these haters
Man, show me the money then, pay me man

It's a new day, same team, I'm still the ghost
Big crib, jet skis and boats, listen close take