[Hook – Project Pat x2]

[Hook – Project Pat x2]
 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
 Imma get me some, Imma get me some

 [Verse 1 – Project Pat]
 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
Imma do whatever I got to to pay these bills ho
 These niggas say I’m rapping, but I could be trapping
round of applause the way these nines get to clapping
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

[Hook – Project Pat] x2
 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
 Imma get me some, Imma get me some

 [Verse 2 – Rick Ross]
 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 [?]

[Hook – Project Pat] x2
 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
 Imma get me some, Imma get me some

 [Verse 3 – Juicy J]
 Who walk in the bank, who open the safe
 Who I don’t have a count, who my shit in the safe
 Passcode bomb proof ebola proof, New York Times want a photo shoot
 Double XL want to write reviews? 60 minutes with Barbra Walters
 Fuck would I do? I did it, I had to get it
 You won’t see my goons, got 1000 midgets
 With tex 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
 Burr, you niggas is herr's, bitch made
 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 13
 Watching Pat in the coke game
 Till I grew up shouting 3 6
 50 billion dollars in the basement
 I buy your connect on an iMessage
 Bitch don’t flood my emails
 Juicy J, I never fly alone
 My weed got frequent fly mileage
 (Money!)