Letras
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang
This goes out to all real niggas mane
You gettin' that money you gotta
Keep gettin' that cheese man
You know what I'm sayin'?
And those who sittin' around
Waitin' on a handout nigga, keep waitin'
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money
The gutta, the hood, the drugs
What's cookin'?
The guns, the mask, the young broads hookin'
The grams, the zones
The hundred for the tens
The county, the state, the fed-e ral pen
Police in them high speeds now
That's where I been
Ya left ya house unattended, was breakin' in
Old heads 'round the way say
I need to cease fire
Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire
Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut
Dirty South ain't havin' thangs
Do you see the bling what?
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood
Twenty fo' inch floaters floatin'
Through the hood
I'm on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams
(yams)
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan
(stan)
I'm tryna get in, suckers better get this
(this)
I'm tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist
(wrist)
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine
(mine) slangin blow
Packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine)
Yeah, I specialize in bein' a specialist
(specialist)
Don't make money ain't makin' our list
(what?)
Except ya girlfriend cause she insist
(she insist) i got the chewin' so long I
Left her wit' a lisp (wit' a lisp)
I make the ones hatin' feel shitty (really)
Show my ass buyin' the same cars as P diddy
What?
I been gettin' money from the