Lyrics:
money done unfold
Let me come down with a wood Momo
That's the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill
House on the hill, got my mind on a mill
On a mission tryin
money done unfold
Let me come down with a wood Momo
That's the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill
House on the hill, got my mind on a mill
On a mission tryin
I'm chasin' nothin' else but money
I'm a dream chaser and I
Had a dream 'bout money
I'm a project breakin' on PJ
And my PJ came out a PJ
Bitch she
bricks
then project buildings, what am i feeling? man I'm deep
in my feelings, blood stains on the wall, dam look the ceiling,
hip hop became soft, so i
Influence the youth by the masses
Hop out
Watch out
Niggas ain't fucking with my sound
Heard ya last project nigga pipe down
I really am the best in my town
With my album date announced, I pronounce I'm a killa
Bumping everything from Project Pat to Dilla
It's, truly disgusting the amount of money that we
need is a revolver
Something that'll catch the shells
Ride upon this sucka, jump out bustin' bails
Nigga don't really wanna make
Project Pat go AWOL
Come
All my hitters they ball , They gon , show out
Em the violence type, what you don't know bout
Fast money cars clothes, Weed Then I blowout
Sign freeman
my bitcoin'd become point one
By the new year, I'd nearly doubled that
Then the Asian FUD came, and it set me back
Did I get all depressed? Moan
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Ahem, excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat
little niggas got more money than you fuck niggas man, I promise
I got so much, quarter million, little nigga I was nineteen
Had my hustle down pat I
need a hand out or a pat on my back
Keep it real playa like Project Pat
Can't pretend like my feeling ain't in tact
I feel everything I see everything
[Bridge]
1 for the money, 2 for the thugs
3 for the projects, 4 for the love
y'all gimme my rifle, we moving by bus
And if ya moving too fast they'll get
Forever rated never outdated
R.F to your projects from Drew Ham to Sudan
When we clap we don't even need two hands
More money more murder more
Walt
That's that boy Walter, I done had a daughter
Rocked up a quarter, threw on my damn Starter
It done got cold, money done unfold
Let me come down
a quarter, threw on my damn Starter
It done got cold, money done unfold
Let me come down with a wood Momo
Thats the wood wheel, Ima pop a pill
House
Before I wake
I pray to The Lord
My soul to take
My heart is at war
My gun is at peace
This ain't what I want
But I'mma need to
Take money money
Take money
Project Pat hittin' the switch
Puttin' the dick up in ya dame
Every time make her say my name
91 I been grippin' grain
Bitch nigga want to steal my
You love that hood that you represent
You bout that working and all that money spent
A nigga owe you every cent
My niggas hustle hard just to pay
Got a little money from the trap now
Shawties look good wanna mac now
Up to no good when I sat down
Ass round yea I think I needa pat down
Got
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Dis bitch, dat hoe, hoe let me see ya pussy
Hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet, hoe, soakin' fuckin' wet
Project Pat
Whole lot of money that my BFF
Keep a Glock .40 in my Fendi belt
Getting so much cash I don't need a wallet
You smoking on that trash, throw it in
come from a note but I
Rap like I live in the projects
I'm looking for more
What I'm after is bigger deposit's
My weed and my women exotic
She said QM is
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
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