been gettin money

Juicy J

[Project Pat]
Yeah it s Project Pat in this thang... This goes out to all real
Niggas mayne... You gettin that money you gotta keep gettin that
Cheese man... You know what I m sayin ? And those who sittin
Around waitin on a handout, nigga, keep waitin

[Hook]
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin money, I been gettin money
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been gettin money, I been gettin money

[Verse 1 - Project Pat]
The gutta, the hood, the drugs, what s cookin ?
The guns, the mask, the young broads hookin
The grams, the zones, the hundred for the tens
The county, the state, the fed-e-ral pen
Police in them high speeds now that s where I been
Ya left ya house unattended, was breakin in
Old heads round the way say I need to cease fire
Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire
Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut
Dirty South ain t havin thangs, do you see the bling what?
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood
Twenty fo inch floaters floatin through the hood

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Juicy J]
I m on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams (yams)
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan (stan)
I m tryna get in, suckers better get this (this)
I m tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist (wrist)
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine (mine)
Slangin blow, packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine)

[Dj Paul]
Yeah, I specialize in bein a specialist (specialist)
Don t make money ain t makin our list (what?)
Except ya girlfriend cause she insist (she insist)
I got the chewin so long I left her wit a lisp (wit a lisp)
I make the ones hatin feel shitty (really)
Show my ass buyin the same cars as P. Diddy, what?

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Project Pat]
I been gettin money from the crumbs to the purse snatchin
I kept a mask on wit the guns click-clackin
Project was straight jackin drug dealers to the fiends
I wasn t comin up I had dreams of comin clean
About this ghetty green, night and day I plot and scheme
Was in the project sellin pills sippin lean
Nigga I m hustlin , where the bullets never ceaseful
It s always gunplay, cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful
Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew
They see me in my car, dog, this what money do
Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this
I m talkin money talk some can t relate to this

[Hook]

[Music to fade]