Lyrics:
and mek me feel alright
Play hard party
You aint gotta ask nobody
I aint gotta ask nobody
No we dont have to ask nobody
Stack that money
You aint gotta ask
talkin' 'bout Rolls Royces nigga, what else woe?
Dope dick, back seat, front seat
Since I came in the game, you niggas philosophies changed
J.T
good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood
I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My
me? Oh, bitch, it ain't all that!
JT Money is TOO large! And all you good for
Is some head and a back massage!
All they good FOR!
Stinkin' mouth
you know the saying, "More money, more problems"
He like 'em freaky, pussy squeaky
Give me that tongue, make it leaky
I make it wet, nickname Fiji
your bidness
Uh
I don't know bout you but my money going up
We getting millies by the minute
Yeah
Ask me how im living ask me how im feelin'
I aint
Check check, yeah!
Put 'em up! Put 'em up!
Yo yo, JT money, Sole!
Throw 'em up! Throw 'em up!
JT Money, Sole!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (who
on that
YEAH
Stop speaking on that
Talk to em JT
This my last time worried
Bout shit
I cant control
Got caught by a Treesh
It ain't me it's the code
If she
money, I’m ‘bout to buy College Park
My records just play, I don’t need payola
Long as my eyes stay
Redder than crayon Crayolas
And drill the player hater
To decline this call, hang up (Out the city)
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest bitches in it (Free JT)
'Cause Lord knows that I
one?) shoot the 40 or the
FN? I'm still contemplating
I'm a lil' impatient
But I never leave that money waiting
(That's money, let's go, hey)
Should I
unbroken
His name is chicka chicka slim shady
He's been getting quicka quicka with J.T. (Just time)
Yea I be talking bout Godzilla zilla till maybe
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Yeah, yeah (I'm a motherfuckin' City Girl), yeah
Uh
Please don't worry 'bout me, dirty-ass bitch (dirty-ass
And a desso di most evil gwan
Money a di root of good things
weh dem a talk bout?
Poverty mi born and mi crawl out
Mummy get di house weh she ask 'bout
Stand
2: JT Money]
Lovin' and leavin', that's what I believe in
Yo! I only think about me when I'm skeezin'
So, women get mad and call me
(Seeing your face no no)
Clean new fit and a fresh new fade (Yeah)
Suit and tie got me feeling JT
IG post probably make you gonna hate me
Uber out front
)
KJ too (he's gone)
JT bid me adieu (yuh)
I'm lost in the goop (the goop)
I'm laggy as hell (as hell)
Don't know how I'll prevail (no)
It was a draw
I
the lit bitch, I'm with some lit niggas
They fallin by they self, I ain't gotta trip niggas
Ayo, give me all yo money hoe, I said to drop it down bitch
We
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
Live and keep calm so I hit the bong
A marathon what we running on
'Bout 50 songs on this hard drive
That could lift me off
We whip it hard
Batch
thinking bout a hater
Coke by the keys
And weed by the acres
All is i think is paper
All is see is paper
I got money in my eyes
All i see is paper
I got
money money
I don't talk to no nigga less I'm talking bout some money
Money money money money money money money
I don't talk to no bitch less we talking
Jack jack.. YEAH!
Put em up! Put em up!
Yo yo.. JT Money!
Throw em up! Throw em up!
JT Money!
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who 'dat?)
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