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project pat - imma get me sum lyrics
[produced by crazy mike, juicy j, & lil awree]
[hook – project pat x2]
money, this that sh-t these robbers out here blast for
money, this that sh-t these b-tches clapping -ss for
money, this that sh-t a n-gga living fast for
imma get me some, imma get me some
[verse 1 – project pat]
only thing i know is get money, i got to have that
quick to put that chopper in your life, b-tch where that bread at
i don’t want to rob, but i promise you that i will though
imma do whatever i got to to pay these bills ho
these n-ggas say i’m rapping, but i could be trapping
a round of applause the way these nines get to clapping
a lot of y’all broads pillow talking with these bros
and telling all your business, p-ssy n-gga naw
i never tell my business to a ratchet ho
oh nut gobbling sl-tty b-tch, all she want is blow
and money’s everything, got my ride sitting clean
boy if you ain’t seen a half a million you ain’t seen sh-t
[hook x2]
[verse 2 – rick ross]
baking soda my trick, making noise on my strip
f-ck her while she snorts salt, my d-ck hard as a brick
i’m the man moving that boy, camero my new toy
exclusive clientele, so hard dan aykroyd
i rubber band my check, susan summers all on my neck
chevy running like a corvette, still war ready on deck
and money bag on your head, they coming straight for your neck
n-ggas stepping over your kids, and running up in your nest
louis shoes are all checkered, dollar bills are my chess
bare [?] on my neck, smooth [?]
[hook x2]
[verse 3 – juicy j]
who, walk in the bank!? who, open the safe!? who, i don’t have account
who, my sh-t in the safe!? p-sscode, bombproof
ebola-proof, new york times want a photo shoot? double xl want to write reviews?
sixty minutes, with barbara walters, f-ck would i do? i did it
i had to get it, you won’t see my goons, got a thousand midgets
with text on ’em, i send a text to ’em, to hide in your crib and send a text back
they put rattle snakes in your baby’s crib, bushwick bill, the ugliest n-ggas
that k!ll, i’m laughing, i’m counting my money with cheers, burrrrr, you n-ggas is her’s –
b-tch made, c section with a switch blade, stupid
i go buy rav’, you talking sideways? i’m parking that b-tch, in your baby driveway
how do i do it, that’s how i stunt on a hater, f-ck would i do else?
f-ck what i knew, f-ck what i do, if i ain’t doing juicy j to the fullest?
that juicy j carrying metric tons, since i was thirteen, watching pat in the c0ke game
’til i grew up shouting three-six (mafia!), fifty-million dollars in the bas-m-nt (mafia!)
i buy your connect on an imessage, b-tch don’t flood my emails
juicy j, i never fly alone, my weed got frequent, flier mileage
(money!)
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