Lyrics:
she
Baby, you don't gotta, you don't gotta worry, worry 'bout me
Lately, I don't think, I don't think about you, feelin' so free
Been jumpin'
just bawl like JT but them tears never help
WHY ME
WHY ME
Bitch I bawl like JT
CRY ME
Like a river
Put you in one
TRY ME
Like Aretha
Put some respect by
life
The money, drugs & woman be surrounding it
Tryna liberate my family from the pain and suffering
I gotta big responsibility
Lil JT just entered
You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!)
Yeah, bigger than life
Cookin' up
Big money poppin' boy
Cookin' up
Cookin' up
They talking bout me in
You know my sneakers foreign nigga (Juheard!)
Yeah, bigger than life
Cookin' up
Big money poppin' boy
Cookin' up
Cookin' up
They talking bout me in
in my ears, so I can hear what you're saying to me
I got cups full of that Rose
Smoke anything that's passed to me
Don't worry 'bout my boys
I
Can you tell me, tell me, friend, just exactly where I've been?
Is that so much to ask? I'll pay you back no matter what the task.
You seem really
don't remember half the shit a nigga did for you
Yeah, you ain't really fuck with me way back then, but how 'bout now? (Now)
'Cause I'm up right now
get a dollar you know he gets three
It ain't hard to figure out it's as simple as can be
Don't ask me ask the money man
These boys are livin' in
the album dropped
White Lexus before I had a deal
Ask Bun B about me
This ain't no snap back, a nigga been trill
By the way, fuck your math
You ain't
stopped giving me head just to ask 'bout my tape (what?)
I told her, like your Uber, man that shit on the way (like any day)
You bad enough, you can get
of the underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga having G's in hand
Mama told me not to be a punk
Fuck what you talkin' 'bout, coward, what you niggas
A yes sir, radio station, BUSH69 when you're down
Take me to the streets
Shout out to the people out there in the city living that life
We 'bout
you know the saying, "More money, more problems"
He like 'em freaky, pussy squeaky
Give me that tongue, make it leaky
I make it wet, nickname Fiji
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
N****s poppin' s***
Always talkin' bout
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout
Yeah, yeah
Okay,
Came in the game as a youngin',
Sign with Cash Money,
Pocket full of money.
Niggas poppin' shit
Always talkin' bout
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,
We talkin' 'bout bitches and money
We talkin' 'bout bitches and money
We talkin' 'bout bitches and money
We talkin' 'bout bitches and money
Bustin' the lights out as soon as we came in (it's lit)
What're they talkin' 'bout, what's it pertainin' (yeah, yeah)
Need me a therapist to ask if I'm
ten
Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash
Knew I would get busy, he didn't waste time to ask
[Hook]
I bought a Benz with the money
for me
Need money, my boo'll go and work the avenue
My boo'll fuck you up if I ask her to
That's why I do the things I do
And I will always be there
niggas sayin'?
Like I don't bust brains
Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot
Bitch, play with me half of y'all ain't got more money than me
bitch with me got these girls all bad. (Go)
Ay, and I'm so good.
Spend twenty thou and I ain't worried bout that.
Chorus:
Move girl and make that culo go
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