Artist: Project Pat Album: Crook By Da Book: The Fed Story Song: What Money Do Translated title:
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[DJ Paul] 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!
[Chorus] x2 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
[Verse 1] 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
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[Bridge - DJ Paul] 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
[Verse 2] 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
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[Verse 3] 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'
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