Featuring Project Pat D.J. Paul
Project Pat
Yeah its Project Pat in this thang… This goes out to all real
Niggas mayne… You gettin that money you gotta keep gettin that
Cheese man… You know what Im sayin? And those who sittin
Around waitin on a handout, nigga, keep waitin
Hook
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 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
Verse 1 – Project Pat
The gutta, the hood, the drugs, whats 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 thats 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 aint havin thangs, do you see the bling what?
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood
Twenty fo inch floaters floatin through the hood
Hook
Verse 2 – Juicy J
Im on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams yams
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan stan
Im tryna get in, suckers better get this this
Im 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
DJ Paul
Yeah, I specialize in bein a specialist specialist
Dont make money aint 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?
Hook
Verse 3 – Project Pat
I been gettin money from the crumbs to the purse snatchin
I kept a mask on wit the guns click-clackin
Project was straight jackin drug dealers to the fiends
I wasnt comin up I had dreams of comin clean
About this ghetty green, night and day I plot and scheme
Was in the project sellin pills sippin lean
Nigga Im hustlin, where the bullets never ceaseful
Its always gunplay, cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful
Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew
They see me in my car, dog, this what money do
Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this
Im talkin money talk some cant relate to this
Hook
Music to fade