Lyrics:
chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya I'm bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
They'll tell ya
them hoes (hoes)
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, get money!! We ballin' in the hod
Money good, get money!! We ballin' in
seven now
To decline this call, hang up
(Out the city)
Yeah, QC be the clique and we winnin' (QC)
Me and JT the realest bitches standing (free JT
Hook:
Bout my money, where the cash?
I need bands, secure the bag
When I fly, it’s first class
I need prints, I pop tags
Whole lotta racks lotta
juicy
Say she riden for ah nigga like Jt
Airbnb with my pretty luh thang
Buss it on the balcony
She aint worrying bout ah thang
Cant run no game on her
out
All you really care bout is the money (Money)
All you really care bout is the money
All you really care bout is the money
But do you care about me
ten
Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash
Knew I would get busy, he didn't waste time to ask
[Hook]
I bought a Benz with the money
billions, what the fuck?
Have a baby by me baby, be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes, who the fuck cares?
I'm stanky rich, I'mma die
"Poison Claaaan!" (Poison Claaaan!)
Lemme hear ya say "Poison Claaaan!" (Poison Claaaan!)
Yo Money, kick the fly shit!
Verse 1: JT Money
Mic-check 1-2,
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money (money)
Worryin' bout me, ain't never made you no money
Yeah I got a bag, I know you mad tho'
But
You know I really get it, go ask around the city
Hook up all them chickens, girl don't ask me 'bout no tickets
Just ride, just ride, just ride, just
ever leave from beside me
'Cause I want ya, and I need ya
And I'm down for you always
Let me show you what Miami 'bout (let me show you)
I wanna
Bad bitch in a Wraith
She wanna fuck but I'm sipping that drank
Boy I'm sipping that wok and I can't even think (Yeah)
Only care bout' the money don't
smoking my loud...
So can I get silence? yea
Is respect too much
To ask for?
N*ggas probably say
This money turned me to an asshole
N*ggas probably hating
out I'm royalty, adopted by Elohim
I didn't ask him to die for me but he did
I didn't ask him to marry me but he did
I was that boy with a dream
Out
money, Dead faced presidents
She ask me why the fuck I'm high all the time
Bitch this my medicine
I just get by
I live day to day on otha shit
I just get
me
Yeah and I'ma G you don't know a motherfuckin' thing bout me
I tell u one motherfuckin' thing bout me bitch I got so much money on me uh
I'm
Heard you weren't afraid of me, that's good
I don't need an enemy
I heard you made a frienemy
Double talk like Flip the decide, your pleasure like
I'm gutta
Tell you one thing bout me
I'm stuck to duh greens
Like duh coke to the feens
And if by all means
Just pay me in all green
Sprite chasin
Take me to da store
And ride me through the block
I remember when I had no money
Man da sh*t was hard
Take me to da store
And ride me through
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
worried bout the other girl, I'm worried about winning (‘Bout winning)
But I can never ever marry a girl, I'm occupied by digits (Go, go)
I love money, baby
Nigga, just like that
And if you ask me
Yes I love her like
Pussy, money, weed
Pussy, money, weed, pussy, money, weed
Oh, yes I love her like
that shit out
I could spot you that lil money that other nigga couldn't figure out
Tryna ball like J.T.
Outside with a Britney
Outside with a-
Outside
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