Lyrics:
freaky ass
Girl, go and bust it open with your freaky ass
I'm getting money with my dogs
Project Pat on them hoes
I'ma hit it like a dog
Then I'ma
my money
Staying high, doing business, like the gass
By any means necessary, we gon get the cash
The fast money come in quick, get you hit
In your
like Baby and B.G. I want that Cash Money
the fast money i'm addicted to this fast life
just like a drunk i'm smoking crack out that glass pipe
yo ass
off your shoulders
(Project Pat)
Mister murderer robbers
Niggas with some charges
You fake mothafuckas
We gonna finish what you started
Yo heart is
advise you niggas (don't fuck with me)
[Project Pat]
Real players like to smoke a
Stroke a offa in her throat
Bend over let me poke her
Don't take me for
the chamber for you weak ass coward)
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
I'mma introduce me, Project Pat, I keep it real
I'mma introduce you, you's a sucka
he got cash, but ya boy kinda ass
I'm a young nigga gettin' it
I swear to God I'd laugh
At your lil stupid playin' with me
Fuck around and get smashed
Stackin' me some grip, playa can ya dig?
Project Pat a nigga that's down for his crown man
If your ass step I'ma be downtown man
4th floor bound man that's
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
wanna be saved
Ain't nothin' going on but the
Money and the power
Don't save her she don't wanna be saved
Got one in the chamber for
You weak ass coward
see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(Project Pat
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
see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
Let me see your gold shine
(Project Pat
the blue bills it match the denim
I got this dope ass fade and line up 'round the projects
By Triple H he got heroin hard and haircuts
Dog food (this shit
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
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
nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too
nigga rocking reptiles
I'm whooping on this beat like a step child
Big ring on and a charm to match
Ya my role model was Project Pat
Life is too
and flowers
I don't fly jets, I buy jets
I'm from the low rise, high ground, projects
Fuck you and your street cash
Little ass pub check
You sign niggas, I sign
A project minded individual, criminal tactics
Us black kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed, dysfunctional, they describe us
cash don't breathe
See a nigga flex- no sleeve
Project pat gold teeth
Ride wit a bad bih convoy
Fly condo call it condor
My pockets not slim nor
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
it together and let
You pick what to do and then we do that!
(Little nigga, you know I'm gettin' money)
'Cause we ca-
If I blew by, best believe, she
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