Songtexte Imma Get Me Sum - Rick Ross feat. Project Pat & Juicy J

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
Imma get me some, Imma 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
Baking soda my trick, making noise on my strip
Fuck her while she snorts salt, my dick hard as a brick
I'm the man moving that boy, Camero my new toy
Exclusive clientele, so hard Dan Aykroyd
I rubber band my check, Susan Summers all on my neck
Chevy running like a Corvette, still war ready on deck
And money bag on your head, they coming straight for your neck
Niggas stepping over your kids, and running up in your nest
Louis shoes are all checkered, dollar bills are my chess
Bare [?] on my neck, smooth [?]
Who walk in the bank, who open the safe
Who I don't have a count, who my shit in the safe
Passcode bomb proof ebola proof, New York Times want a photo shoot
Double XL want to write reviews? 60 minutes with Barbra Walters
Fuck would I do? I did it, I had to get it
You won't see my goons, got 1000 midgets
With tex 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
Burr, you niggas is herr'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 13
Watching Pat in the coke game
Till I grew up shouting 3 6
50 billion dollars in the basement
I buy your connect on an iMessage
Bitch don't flood my emails
Juicy J, I never fly alone
My weed got frequent fly mileage
(Money!)