Tekster:
Project Pat Been Gettin Money

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]

Project Pat) Comin' like a duck a You know I came for trouble Some thug wit' the crosser Hollow let a bust a The hood for da money Comin' from a junkie

my mouth cause I'm real Bitch it's a house call Glock nine wit no love Killaz from the south gotta bill Caps that make the shells fall [verse 1: project pat

stole my money Just tryna buy bologna but now I'm buying lobster Still totin' a glock but pushing a Rolls Royce and winning Oscars Yeah, 365 Mafia, Project Pat

., the realest niggaz N.Y.M.P., the realest niggaz Uhh, uh huh uh uhh N.Y.M.P, the realest Marcy, Brooklyn Yo, I come through, gettin' money, sittin'

my hand It's one way goin gettin money and the power Gotta think again 'cause my plan went sour [Chorus]2x That's cold, I'm tryin to hold money and

car Black shades hoodie on big cigar Long chain pinky ring big to par Police watchin rooftop binoculars Don Guerilla, Good Love popular I'm gettin money

project pat) Comin' like a duck a You know i came for trouble Some thug wit' the crosser Hollow let a bust a The hood for da money Comin' from a junkie

feary side, where we ride And we all fly high in the Leer G5's So, twist ya fingers up and bang, mufucka bang! Get ya money up, this cane is what we