Project Pat, DJ Paul - What Money Do lyrics
[Project Pat, DJ Paul - What Money Do lyrics]
Put the needle on the record
Mayne put this shit together
For my boy Project man nah nah
Here we go some mo'
Gangsta motherfuckin' shit man it's goin'
Down know what I'm
Talkin' 'bout? Hypnotize Minds yeah!
Yeah i need for all my real
Motherfuckin' money makers in the
Motherfuckin' house to reach in
Yo' motherfuckin' pocket and
Pull out a stack! and hold that motherfucker
High as you can in the
Air and then I need you to walk
Over to one of them haters and
Throw it in his motherfuckin' face cause he
Need it mo' than you do
Now get on yo' knees and pick that
Shit up! pick it up BITCH!
You see me in this new car
This what money do
You see me shinin' like a star
This what money do
I left the club wit'cha broad
This what money do
This what money do, get you some hater
I'm flickin' on you snakes, I got wood
Leather stitchin'
Clothes stickin', cause ya ridin' bucket
Cloth seats itchin'
Couldn't get me, saw it in the clouds
Like my nigga Rickey
Mr james, all these superfreaks
Out here tryna get me
Wanna hit me, wanna say
They done been 'round the truth
In ya bed, or the booth
I'm the ghetto Dr ruth
When I do, step on out, moonlight
Hit the Range
Pretty jewels they attract broads
Like shiny thangs
When I came, to ya hood, I was new face
In the place game spitter from the North
So ya wanna catch a case
Cause ya see me holl'in' at 'cha ex-girl
Don't 'cha? Murder charge for a broad who
Don't even want 'cha
Throw a stack in his face! It
Ain't nothin' but some money
Throw a stack in his face! It
Ain't nothin' but some money
Throw a stack in his face! It
Ain't nothin' but some money
Throw a stack in his face! It
Ain't nothin' but some money
You suckers crazy
So y'all out here pushin' daisies
Over Daisy, she was on some purple hazey
Had the baby, year later on my income
Tax, so a nigga could receive mo' income
Been one, I'mma rent some, of this game out
Gift of gab
Talk you by the slab wit' no thang out
Hangin' stout broads, 'round my arms
Decoration these punks give me dap
Same time playa hation
Erasin', you lamers, hatin' got'cha famous
Confronted by the broad, got shot in ya anus
Heinous, heard they took the
Slugs out'cha dookie roll
Gun powder and the blood burn in ya bootyhole
I was screamin' "Don't Save Her, " was you
Listenin'? Kept, twinkle on my gold teeth
So I'm glistenin'
When I open up my mouth, these gals
Lookin' in hear the words that I speak
Then go and tell her friend
Dog, all over freaks, boys goin' to the pen
Or the grave, real early
Hollow shutters check 'em in
Wanna fight, my nigga, wanna shoot, my nigga
Talk ya gal out her cap
When ya loot my nigga do you, my nigga
Fall in love wit' these tramps
Goin' raw, on her
And she did the whole Camp?
But you rest havin' that, knowin' that
She'll go lickin' balls, suckin' cat
Knees burnt from the flo'
Mayne put this shit together
For my boy Project man nah nah
Here we go some mo'
Gangsta motherfuckin' shit man it's goin'
Down know what I'm
Talkin' 'bout? Hypnotize Minds yeah!
Yeah i need for all my real
Motherfuckin' money makers in the
Motherfuckin' house to reach in
Yo' motherfuckin' pocket and
Pull out a stack! and hold that motherfucker
High as you can in the
Air and then I need you to walk
Over to one of them haters and
Throw it in his motherfuckin' face cause he
Need it mo' than you do
Now get on yo' knees and pick that
Shit up! pick it up BITCH!
You see me in this new car
This what money do
You see me shinin' like a star
This what money do
I left the club wit'cha broad
This what money do
This what money do, get you some hater
I'm flickin' on you snakes, I got wood
Leather stitchin'
Clothes stickin', cause ya ridin' bucket
Cloth seats itchin'
Couldn't get me, saw it in the clouds
Like my nigga Rickey
Mr james, all these superfreaks
Out here tryna get me
Wanna hit me, wanna say
They done been 'round the truth
In ya bed, or the booth
I'm the ghetto Dr ruth
When I do, step on out, moonlight
Hit the Range
Pretty jewels they attract broads
Like shiny thangs
When I came, to ya hood, I was new face
In the place game spitter from the North
So ya wanna catch a case
Cause ya see me holl'in' at 'cha ex-girl
Don't 'cha? Murder charge for a broad who
Don't even want 'cha
Throw a stack in his face! It
Ain't nothin' but some money
Throw a stack in his face! It
Ain't nothin' but some money
Throw a stack in his face! It
Ain't nothin' but some money
Throw a stack in his face! It
Ain't nothin' but some money
You suckers crazy
So y'all out here pushin' daisies
Over Daisy, she was on some purple hazey
Had the baby, year later on my income
Tax, so a nigga could receive mo' income
Been one, I'mma rent some, of this game out
Gift of gab
Talk you by the slab wit' no thang out
Hangin' stout broads, 'round my arms
Decoration these punks give me dap
Same time playa hation
Erasin', you lamers, hatin' got'cha famous
Confronted by the broad, got shot in ya anus
Heinous, heard they took the
Slugs out'cha dookie roll
Gun powder and the blood burn in ya bootyhole
I was screamin' "Don't Save Her, " was you
Listenin'? Kept, twinkle on my gold teeth
So I'm glistenin'
When I open up my mouth, these gals
Lookin' in hear the words that I speak
Then go and tell her friend
Dog, all over freaks, boys goin' to the pen
Or the grave, real early
Hollow shutters check 'em in
Wanna fight, my nigga, wanna shoot, my nigga
Talk ya gal out her cap
When ya loot my nigga do you, my nigga
Fall in love wit' these tramps
Goin' raw, on her
And she did the whole Camp?
But you rest havin' that, knowin' that
She'll go lickin' balls, suckin' cat
Knees burnt from the flo'