Project Pat, V Slash - Bout My Money lyrics

Holla at me its bout my money
Don't be mad at me cuz I'm bout my money
Holla at me its bout my money
Don't be mad at me cuz I'm bout my money

Ooh, I just copped the BMW
Oh you ain't gon' speak, ok no freak
I ain't gon' choke you
Kush blunting star, inside peanut butter
Grey yola paint
Chrome rims gon' make ya heart flatter
AC like a blizzard, Icy chains like a
Silver apartment pull up Escalate, 22's
She rolled up a blunt
That's the purple stuff sparking
These young niggas retarded
They’re arguing in my city, fool
Cool like a pop sickle
Strapped with the Glock pistol
Money in the garbage bag
Louis gucci duffle bags

Holla at me its bout my money
Don't be mad at me cuz I'm bout my money
Holla at me its bout my money
Don't be mad at me cuz I'm bout my money

I'ma hustle til I die, like my homie Juicy J
Really not the way for me to go out
I gotta be straight
On the street with Project Pat I
Never thought I see the day
And Imma keep it real wit cha
He the reason why I’m shining
Savy Slash grinding
"it brought me to the limelight"
Folks tried to have me
23 on me, locked me down signed me
I'm still independent
But I got my own company phone blowing up
It's my she wanna fuck with me
Told her it's some end of discussion
Bout my money

Holla at me its bout my money
Don't be mad at me cuz I'm bout my money
Holla at me its bout my money
Don't be mad at me cuz I'm bout my money