Project Pat ft. Juicy J - Money Lyrics

Money, this that shit these robbers
Out here blast for
Money, this that shit these
Bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some

Only thing I know is get money
I got to have that
Quick to put that chopper in your life
Bitch where that bread at
I don’t want to rob
But I promise you that I will though
Imma do whatever I got to
To pay these bills ho
These niggas say I’m rapping
But I could be trapping
A round of applause the way
These nines get to clapping
A lot of y’all broads pillow
Talking with these bros
And telling all your business
Pussy nigga naw
I never tell my business to a ratchet ho
Oh nut gobbling slutty bitch
All she want is blow and money’s everything
Got my ride sitting clean
Boy if you ain't seen a half
A million you ain't seen shit

Money, this that shit these robbers
Out here blast for
Money, this that shit these
Bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some

WHO, walk in the bank!? WHO, open the safe!?
WHO, I don’t have account
WHO, my shit in the safe!? Passcode
Bombproof ebola-proof, New York Times want
A photo shoot?
Double XL want to write reviews?
Sixty minutes, with Barbara Walters
Fuck would I do? I did it
I had to get it, you won’t see my goons
Got a thousand midgets
With text on 'em, I send a text to 'em
To hide in your crib and send a text back
They put rattle snakes in your
Baby’s crib, Bushwick Bill
The ugliest niggas
That kill, I’m laughing, I’m counting
My money with cheers, BURRRRR
You niggas is her's -
Bitch made, C section with a switch blade
STUPID i go buy Rav', you talking
Sideways? I’m parking that bitch
In your baby driveway
How do I do it, that’s how I
Stunt on a hater, fuck would I do else?
Fuck what I knew, fuck what I do
If I ain’t doing Juicy J to the fullest?
That Juicy J carrying metric tons
Since I was thirteen
Watching Pat in the coke game
'Til I grew up shouting Three-Six (MAFIA)
Fifty-million dollars in the basement (MAFIA)
I buy your connect on an iMessage
Bitch don’t flood my emails
Juicy J, I never fly alone
My weed got frequent, flier mileage
(Money)