Project Pat, Juicy J, Rick Ross - Imma Get Me Sum lyrics

Money, this that shit these robbers
Out here blast for
Money, this that shit these
Bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'ma get me some, I'ma get me some
Money, this that shit these robbers
Out here blast for
Money, this that shit these
Bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'ma get me some, I'ma get me some

Only thing I know is get money
I got to have that quick to put that chopper
In your life, bitch, where that bread at?
I don’t want to rob
But I promise you that I will though
I'ma do whatever I got to to pay these bills
Ho these niggas 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, pussy nigga
Naw i never tell my business to a ratchet ho
Oh nut gobbling slutty bitch
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 shit

Money, this that shit these robbers
Out here blast for
Money, this that shit these
Bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'ma get me some, I'ma get me some
Money, this that shit these robbers
Out here blast for
Money, this that shit these
Bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'ma get me some, I'ma get me some

Baking soda my trick
Making noise on my strip
Fuck her while she snorts salt
My dick 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
Niggas 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

Money, this that shit these robbers
Out here blast for
Money, this that shit these
Bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'ma get me some, I'ma get me some
Money, this that shit these robbers
Out here blast for
Money, this that shit these
Bitches clapping ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga living fast for
I'ma get me some, I'ma get me some

WHO, walk in the bank!? WHO
Open the safe!? WHO, i don't have account
WHO, my shit in the safe!? Passcode
Bombproof ebola-proof, New York Times want
A photo shoot?
Double XL want to write reviews?
Sixty minutes, with Barbara Walters
Fuck 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 niggas
That kill, I'm laughing, I'm counting
My money with cheers, BURRRRR
You niggas is her's -
Bitch made, C section with a switch blade
Stupid i go buy Rav', you talking
Sideways? I’m parking that bitch
In your baby driveway
How do I do it, that's how I
Stunt on a hater, fuck would I do else?
Fuck what I knew, fuck 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 coke game
'Til I grew up shouting Three-Six (MAFIA)
Fifty-million dollars in the basement (MAFIA)
I buy your connect on an iMessage
Bitch don’t flood my emails
Juicy J, I never fly alone
My weed got frequent, flier mileage (Money)