Lyrics:
oh,
all y'all fuck-niggas gon' have to bring it!
Chorus
Verse 3: JT Money
Back in yo' ass, it's the Clan
Spreadin' like a virus, backed by
the finger waves, work it, JT
Handle bars like a fade, watch me work it, JT
I'm at large, running plays like a circuit, JT
I'm selling verses, Jay Z, watch
room
Move get out the way
I'm tryna get paid
Let me show you why
A young G next to
Blow out the four
Man it's bout to get Crazy
704 raised me
If you
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Free little bro they said he had that gun in hand
They ask who I do it for I told them dirty Dan
She give me big head like she play nba jam
I pass that
Intro: JT Money
Yeahhhh, wussup! It's that nigga! Uh! Nine-Three!
Catchin' wreck once again on them hoes!
Sendin' this one to all the negroes!
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream (about that)
I'm about cream, I'ma, I'ma 'bout cream
About that money and about that cream (hey, hey, hey)
(Not again!)
How you doing?
I'm good, I'm good, I'm good
That's awesome
Don't you wanna hit the club with me; Real quick?
Now?
Yeah now
Okay
JT
Call PETA man this nigga tripping
See I called JT and said I'm on a mission
Nigga asked me where I'm at I said I'm in the kitchen
Said I'm cooking up
mind keepin you up on them must-have's
Pito pumps, Gucci slouch bags
Now tell me, is that dirty money really that bad?
All my fly bitches like
This is not a fire drill
This is how a fire feel
Working overtime til I retire
You can't fire Trill
Ask me if I'm tryna chill
I already know
recollecting
You’re forever in my memory
Long live James (Long live James)
Long live JT
The way y’all left it really hurt me
Lord save me
Wish we could live
mind so watch me elevate
Set the record straight
I lost JT But I had better days
Ain't no better way
I seen my momma cry and set the pace
Know that is my
better call me when you think you gettin' horny
I don't give a damn 'bout who you with
Just as long as you ain't givin' up my s***
[JT Money]
You
glock to my right you better ask bout me
I keep that money in my sight you better ask bout me
These niggas know I stay high you better ask bout me
These
the za because we gon' fuck up a hater
I got my blick outside, it was handcrafted by the Haitians
This money I'm making
The option to pass it just Ima'
the membrane
A dizzy little drizzle of the dreams
It kills like Kane
Am I still smart, or just insane
When I toss my head in pouring rain
When a bum asks me if
T.I.P
Hey Jamie, J-T
(Ooh)
It 'bout time to get back hot again man,
You know I'm fresh out this thing
Lets go
You know you looking at a winner
Pulled a pussy move on me and left me on a lack
They like JT you don't even get no fucking stacks
They like JT you can't even motherfucking rap
They like
T.I.P
Hey Jamie, J-T
(Ooh)
It 'bout time to get back hot again man,
You know I'm fresh out this thing
Lets go
You know you looking at a winner
be running towards my goals if I want money chasing me, so I
Jump out of bed, What I'm bout to eat
I thought I was out the game made a full recovery
gettin' this money
We gettin' this money
If they ask about me
They ask about me
They do what I say
They do what I say
We get paid by the week
Paid by
money on me (money)
Only thing in my pocket, big face (what?)
It's amazing to me how my baby pull up with a fat ass and a skinny waist
It's amazing
How 'bout that money?
How 'bout that money nigga?
How 'bout that money?
How 'bout that money nigga?
You talk about hoes
Bank accounts with hella
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