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these fake hoes get them from around me
She like JT bout his money bout his money
Man he never count me

[Post-Chorus]
See the money on me that’s private

around sniffin, I jus cut ya nose off
Runnin to the money, yeah I'm praying  ion doze off
Bruvah might not make it back, tell him hold on
They ask what I'm

What You Want

Tokyo Jetz

Ain’t No Goin’ Bacc

2018

We ain't fuckin' around with that lame shit
Know what I'm sayin'?
Boom me up, JT

I ain't hit the pussy in a month (In a month)
Boss nigga, I can

and I ain't talking bout the backboard
Niggas want some smoke with me I'll give em what they ask for
I might have to chalk a nigga up just like

What I Do

Chris Brown

Graffiti

2009

they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell 'em it's what I do (it's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do

rise to the ceiling)
Please, no cigarette, I'm ready (Tru)
(I don't care)

If it ain't money, money you talkin' 'bout
Look, boy, you can talk your ass

latest could come by

I'm 'bout the money
(I'm 'bout the money) , yeah, ayy
I'm 'bout the money
(Gotta get money) , yeah, ayy
Cup of that muddy
(Cup

acting like they know me more than me right 
But with my confidence I don't need nobody's insight 
Here we go y'all here we go y'all 
Y'all bout to be

(Dang J.T.S., I don't even know about this one)
She come out the blue
Asking for bands, 'cause she know that I always got it
My money blue, and my

Say JT (ayy)
I said I'm on my young nigga shit with this one, you feel me (ayy)
And I got the streets too, you know (ayy)
(Blame it on Monstah) I

I can tell by the way you've been
Lookin' at yo girlfriend
I can tell by the way you've been
Dancing wit yo girlfriend

Can I ask?
Iz u down? Iz u

give a fuck 'bout fuckin'
I ain't did that if she ain't got no butt
Money bring problems, okay, so what?
Pee them too real, they bought me a Rolls

all these questions
Never speakin' to ask it
Only care bout the rations
The bitches, the kitchens, the fashion
The fishes, delicious, the back-end,

want some more
JOSH TURN ME UP a little more
Went to the mall, clean the wall off the store

On to the next, I need me some more
Money call, money knock

on that go fast
Nigga came and ask me chobo what's the price
I told him one K multiple by five
I'm taking it rendez vous by tonight
Free my nigga money

U.P.T.

Juvenile

400 Degreez

1998

the streets
But I put it on my mind
By the time I was nine
Look here nigga I was slangin' that nine

Now them them don't want us
They know me and Turk don't

factually, you niggas be aggin' me
Only man I fuck is myself, I be two hand jackin me (Uhhh)
Stop blowing up my DMs, tryna live out ya fantasy
I'm bout to cc

(oh, oh)
Bitches try to run me up my jeans for the cash (oh, oh)
Jt in the air, I'm a fiend for the gas (oh, oh)
And I work so hard 'cause I need me

My Money Gets Jealous

Paul Wall & Chamillionaire

Get Ya Mind Correct

2002

[verse 1]
Koopa, I said I never cheat on my money, 
It's funny how hos don't belive me,
Watch mad hatter and cat hatter but gave it to me because I'm

family, music, you, and me
But you just be worried bout all these bitches and they tea
Don't got room to speak upon you and your priorities
Cuz I spend my

(Dee Marc got that heat, ho)

This money made me better, but it made me a new man
But if they think 'bout playin' with me
They better have a plan

Ask them bitches 'bout me, they say for sure
How could I ever get bored?
Her pussy good, I could never get bored
I got a condo I'm never gon' show

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

up, and I will never give in
Please don't make me spin the bin, I be going in
Ask the Lord for forgiveness, knowing I'm gon' sin again
Lord, forgive me