Juicy J, V Slash, Project Pat - Give me some money lyrics
[Juicy J, V Slash, Project Pat - Give me some money lyrics]
Yes sir the realest nigga in the game
Juicy J it's going down north North
Y'all nigga ain't ready we gettin' this
Mothafuckin' money i thought y'all
Niggas knew this shit lets do
It nigga come on, lets go
Imma rob me a nigga, imma rob me
I'll give you what I am and
Tell them give me some money
If you don't know who I am
I'm that goon selling yams
I'll give you what I am and
Tell them give me some money
(Juicy J) it's the return of them dopeboys
Getting this money man
Selling pills and weed
Methamphetamines and cocaine
And them jack boys that be down for a robbin'
And them real goons that be
Down for a poppin'
Have them niggas out here makin'
Money with this pimpin'
All my niggas out here man
Gettin' it how they livin'
I went from the projects, fucked up
Eating Spam
Now I'm ridin' 30 inches tryin' to
Push a lot of grams
Leeches on my dick cuz they
Know that I'm the shit
Haters keep on hating cuz they
Know that I'm the shit nigga I'm on the low
Yee ain't know I got dem bricks
I'm getting this money over here
I got you bitches sick
(Project Pat)
The pistol's cocked man, bullets gon' fly dog
And when I swipe this magnum
Imma tear your jaw off
I blew your balls off, you niggas cumin
Before they stepped out the
Trap I was dumpin'
Cuz for that money a nigga dance with death
Man I'm a convict and felon
Ain't no chances left
I'm to the death, me and she got a chemistry
Nigga out here feel me
Ever had your stomach to your back?
Now that's rob or die
A situation I don't know and
Me so low on bread get two stacks to get my
Case dropped my lawyer said
The barrels cross your head I
Ain't like ya anyway
A nigga out here starvin' bout to
Die and you wanna play?
Juicy J it's going down north North
Y'all nigga ain't ready we gettin' this
Mothafuckin' money i thought y'all
Niggas knew this shit lets do
It nigga come on, lets go
Imma rob me a nigga, imma rob me
I'll give you what I am and
Tell them give me some money
If you don't know who I am
I'm that goon selling yams
I'll give you what I am and
Tell them give me some money
(Juicy J) it's the return of them dopeboys
Getting this money man
Selling pills and weed
Methamphetamines and cocaine
And them jack boys that be down for a robbin'
And them real goons that be
Down for a poppin'
Have them niggas out here makin'
Money with this pimpin'
All my niggas out here man
Gettin' it how they livin'
I went from the projects, fucked up
Eating Spam
Now I'm ridin' 30 inches tryin' to
Push a lot of grams
Leeches on my dick cuz they
Know that I'm the shit
Haters keep on hating cuz they
Know that I'm the shit nigga I'm on the low
Yee ain't know I got dem bricks
I'm getting this money over here
I got you bitches sick
(Project Pat)
The pistol's cocked man, bullets gon' fly dog
And when I swipe this magnum
Imma tear your jaw off
I blew your balls off, you niggas cumin
Before they stepped out the
Trap I was dumpin'
Cuz for that money a nigga dance with death
Man I'm a convict and felon
Ain't no chances left
I'm to the death, me and she got a chemistry
Nigga out here feel me
Ever had your stomach to your back?
Now that's rob or die
A situation I don't know and
Me so low on bread get two stacks to get my
Case dropped my lawyer said
The barrels cross your head I
Ain't like ya anyway
A nigga out here starvin' bout to
Die and you wanna play?