Lyrics:
want
Different year, Different money, Different mindset
Its even bigger when you grew up in them projects
All these hunnits in my pocket, I ain't even
the collection of 3 kings of England
This is music to be murdered by
Ay
Bitch
Who run this shit who stack the money upper
Long as the bitch blow, why be a panty
got to maintain (no money no love)
and hold it down one time. (no money no la la love).
(Yo bout to throw this out how it go?)
My verbal
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind
(I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh)
In the traffic,
you traumatized, look at how I started
Just a young nigga tryna make it out the projects
I'ma get this money with my niggas, only option
Gotta keep ah
girl cause
Project F.L.I.G.H.T. about to walk through, yea (bout to, bout to walk thru)
Walked in with my niggas (my niggas)
And we lit like a wick
thinking I sell crack boy they see the money going out then come back let me see your gold shine call your project Pat let me see your online while you count
with my feng shui 1K I ain't talking money
Take off runway, big drip runway, shining like Antwan too fly Andre
Always knew I would get it one day
Always
[Chorus]
Leave my heart to the ghetto,
Rubber bands stuffed all in up, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Get money (get money), that's the motto,
Hustle all
a ghetto
The ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto, the ghetto
The, the, the, the
I'm from the project buildings, high stories
My stories from valence to glory
the fifth amendment
We both criminals with bad intentions
They say time heals all
But if I can shortcut
My success, Corvettes by tomorrow
Why so sad?
stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me
Yo I grew up like the regular thug I think I told you that
My only means of gettin money was to sell the crack
I shot a nigga did a bid nigga all
really wish we wasn't
Cali tree puffin' with a bad bitch I'm lovin'
It ain't nothin' you can get it cheaper by the dozen
In my area
Wanna go to war watch
Cause I get that coke money and a dope money
But still ima sipper
Liver fuc*ed up
Yeah in the projects I'm like Pablo
I been selling hella narcotics
Man
the drugs
Lot of pot in my process, love
Don't hate a nigga cause I'm blessed
Judge me by my progress, bruh
I obsess with every dollar I get
Fuck you think we
tryna' get the money so sorry if im rude
Don't judge someone by they cover, but thats how they viewed
Tryna' take time turn it into talent so i really
I was workin' check to check tryna put 20 on my neck
Once I got it there was better ways to use it up instead
Gave some money to my pops to help him
me down I know I'd see you, that's without a doubt
I know you understand how it go but you're down for the ride
That's why I still keep you by my
scripture
Mama said he was a good kid, thinkin' would kid
I signed my deal with my AP on
In the drop top with the AC on
Stuntin' with Cash Money, get my
university education program; how do we get money she lamented; her husband then said my pension would soon be ready I’ll see how I can get that fixed (of
cha doin' on your ass?
Watchin' the cars pass
Pat your feet on the concrete
And go get my money woman
[Unverified]
That money stack tall but only partially my focus
So compassionate, struggle hard for me to cope with
Do a lot for others, not for credit
na
We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera
We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na
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