Текст песни Money - 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
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!)