My Money (Real Recognize Real 2009)

Текст песни Project Pat feat Three 6 Mafia - My Money (Real Recognize Real 2009)

My Money Lyrics[Intro: Juicy J]
It's going down
Going down
Three 6 Mafia
Mafia
Project Pat
Y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man, some real shit
Tell 'em
You can't be fucking with a motherfuckin nigga money
When a nigga front you some shit, you know what I’m saying? Or loan you some shit
[?] how you wanna do it [?]
You can get your fuckin ass blown off, nigga
Shut da fuck up
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Imma bust me a nigga if he ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks, if it's bout my money
You can do what you want, you ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don’t fuck with my money, don’t fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don’t fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
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 mouth with that thang, playing with my grip
I'm a bill collecter, sucker rejecter
Late on my gwop, then I’m gon come get ya
Trying to be straight, but you niggas [?]
Cause if a nigga lyed to ya, [?] buster
[?]
[?]
I play my position, money mission came up
[?], tear your brain up

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Imma bust me a nigga if he ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks, if it's bout my money
You can do what you want, you ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I came through the door, waving 4 4's
Told a bitch boy I ain't playing no more
Treat [?] come off your nose
Like a freak ho cum, when I put it in her hole
Nigga what it say?
Role them thumbs out your ass, if you think to play
Smoking light bud, while I mix my bud light
I've been smoking all night, I came here to get right

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
[?] cause a nigga front you some keys
If you're me, you can ball out like a [?]
D boys riding toys, you can't match these
Niggas with them choppers, get his cash like a racky
When I say a racky, I'm talkin bout them fed list
Make sure what you doing in that business
Cause when you get them packs and don't bring a nigga back cheese
On top of that, then you know it's a rap
Don't fuck with my money

[Verse 4: Project Pat]
I got Tennessee niggas [?]
Niggas got they hands out, like I own a blow farm
Doing harm, bullets hit your flesh for dinn dinn
[?] in the country [?]
[?] must have been a kidnapping
[?] with the gwop stacking
[?] through the trafic, the trunk raddling
[?] 40 thou, then these haters start telling
I'm [?] searching [?]
[?] purple weed right behind my balls
Don't atempt to sell, playa cause we gon smoke this
Every last [?] right down to the roaches
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Imma bust me a nigga if he ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks, if it's bout my money
You can do what you want, you ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money