Project Pat and Three 6 Mafia - My Money

It's going down going down
Three 6 Mafia mafia
Project Pat y’all know the business
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man
Some real shit tell 'em
You can't be fucking with
A motherfuckin nigga money
When a nigga front you some shit
You know what I’m saying? Or
Loan you some shit how you wanna do it
You can get your fuckin ass blown off, nigga
Shut da fuck up

Imma bust me a nigga if
He ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks
If it's bout my money
You can do what you want
You ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don’t fuck with my money
Don’t fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don’t fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money

Staying high, doing business, like the gass
By any means necessary, we gon get the cash
The fast money come in quick, get you hit
In your mouth with that thang
Playing with my grip
I'm a bill collecter, sucker rejecter
Late on my gwop, then I’m gon come get ya
Trying to be straight, but you niggas
Cause if a nigga lyed to ya, buster

I play my position, money mission came up
Tear your brain up

Imma bust me a nigga if
He ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks
If it's bout my money
You can do what you want
You ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money

I came through the door, waving 4 4's
Told a bitch boy I ain't playing no more
Treat come off your nose
Like a freak ho cum
When I put it in her hole nigga what it say?
Role them thumbs out your ass
If you think to play
Smoking light bud, while I mix my bud light
I've been smoking all night
I came here to get right

Cause a nigga front you some keys
If you're me, you can ball out like a
D boys riding toys, you can't match these
Niggas with them choppers
Get his cash like a racky
When I say a racky
I'm talkin bout them fed list
Make sure what you doing in that business
Cause when you get them packs and
Don't bring a nigga back cheese
On top of that, then you know it's a rap
Don't fuck with my money

I got Tennessee niggas
Niggas got they hands out
Like I own a blow farm doing harm
Bullets hit your flesh for dinn dinn
In the country must have been a kidnapping
With the gwop stacking
Through the trafic, the trunk raddling
40 thou, then these haters start telling
I'm searching
Purple weed right behind my balls
Don't atempt to sell
Playa cause we gon smoke this
Every last right down to the roaches

Imma bust me a nigga if
He ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks
If it's bout my money
You can do what you want
You ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money

Written by:
UNKNOWN, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER

Publisher:
Lyrics © Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find