Lyrics:
you ain't building my cash up
Then what the fucc
Are you doing here
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo niggas faking
I just got thorough with
ain't building my cash up
Then what the fuck
Are you doing here.
Don't need a pat up on my back
From pseudo niggas faking
I just got thorough with
lookin' shitty
Get off yo mami titty
Get off yo' nasty ass mouth
Off that bitch clitty
You should've stayed on your money
Now you playin' catch up
Yo
a blast off, take my mask off
Blow ya fuckin' ass off give me the cash cause
M-J-G not playin no games
If you not speakin' good don't be sayin' my name
money, motherfucker, I'm the mascot
Crib in the city and a crib up in Aspen
Swiss account and consider that the cash spot
Billi' and I ain't gonna stop,
[Project Pat]
I been slanging on this blade hoping that I don't get cut
by these police making raids, jumping out chicken nutz
couldn't ball, down
that
It's the gold teeth, French braids, call me Project Pat
With the stocking cap, Jason mask on, probably strapped
It's the Rocky cap, turn my swag
of the police in my hood (Luda!)
Everybody on the corner with the work
Slangin' and bangin' in front of that liquor store (oh)
Blowin' money 'cause I live
extra cash to pay for college with
And it just so happens I got a lot of it
Spin around the pole while you're doing splits
By the end of the night
you up in it
That room it was rented
I let your soul in replenish
Never looked at you for money
But some times yo ass sent it
That's when I feel for you
niggas in the dirt
Pat-pat with the deuce deuce, it'll work
Bitch ass niggas wearin' thongs and skirts
Catch 'em early in the mornin' while they goin'
am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk
Young Money
i'ma sho split it
(Project Pat) in Hollywood at the stop sign
Watchin out for one time
Clean on them things
Niggas hate cause I'm bout mine
I'm on that
And I can't shine unless it's overtime
Family first, hoes last chasing cash
Perse first, ass last hand over that money
I'm loving her
She be running for
rappin'-ass niggas wanna work for me
Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock
I drop bombs and niggas see me with that dough by eight o'clock
cut your water off
Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot
We pay cash for our cars, then we push off the lot
Back in the day,
cut your water off
Some people hate that Project Pat and Juicy J on the spot
We pay cash for our cars, then we push off the lot
Back in the day,
the trigga i figured you's a ho when
I first caught you slippin'
Fool it's Project Pat and I'm
Game for a killin' now thinkin' I'mma run
That's a stupid ass
they cash right
Keep em' keep em' in the mall fresh, ball every night
That's my life
I come through any time I want to and hit that ass right
Up
Humphey Bogartin' the whole country
Chunky women love Doc
(Projects) pump me like Pat
My pimp game is like rugby
Doctor, you know
New flow, new dough
From yo' ass I'm a pull a jack move
Niggas should've known dog
Project Pat don't give a fuck
[Chorus-1x]
the money
Had money out the ass, he politic like the Asian
FEDs couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion
[Chorus]
Yo, rest in peace to Rich
coming
{Project Pat}
so you want to try a
nigga with the nine-a
creep up from behind ya
like the macarena
shoot ya in your spine-a
strap ya
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
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