Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right) Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh) JT Money, God dammit Bout time, spin this bitch (Niggaz waitin on yo muh'fuckin ass, let's ride)
(Hook) x4 Heychayaya, heychayaya, heychayaya (Drop them boes on 'em) We drop them boes on u hoes nigga
I got em goin crazy Tryin to lock down Jay baby Them suckas don't wanna pay me Them niggaz must think I'm crazy They must do business shady Or they think that I can't count Don't need a big bank account Fuck that bullshit I'm out Tryin to start my own shit Muh'fucka I own shit When I'm on some grown shit And I stand on my own, bitch Get yo hands up outta my pocket Y'all greedy muh'fuckas betta stop it Y'all niggaz can't play wit my profit So you might as well back up off it Money man don't fuck around Boy I will shut you down You don't wanna bust it down Now I gotta stop bussin clown So please don't fuck with mine And I won't have to fuck wit yours Cuz when I bring them toys We knockin down them doors And anything else in my way Interferin wit my pay Y'all niggaz gon' learn today Don't fuck around wit Jay I don't see awards or them plaques Or them stanky car tracks Matter fact Fuck That All I want is my stack Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhtttttttt
(Hook) x4
Y'all don' wanna fuck around wit this Only bitch-ass niggaz ain't down wit this Y'all crowdin that nigga Stop houndin this For you fuck my first Get a pound wit this Y'all fake-ass niggaz betta recognize I'll work ya niggaz out like exercise I'm this shit muh'fucka I flex my mouth You gotta short piece I'll wash yo mind Nigga I ain't lyin Muh'fuckas don't know bout Jay And this damn thing hold by Jay Fuck around be D-O-A Nigga that's fo' sho okay You don't know this ganky shit Plus I won't ganky trick Y'all fuck niggaz think y'all slick Lemme tell y'all niggaz ain't shit But when them killas come That's when all y'all fuck niggaz run Still nigga like me boots up to none So all y'all fuck boys will get done, huh All y'all sucka niggaz betta take heed For ya get yo ass smoked like weed Nigga I don't break I squeeze Lemme hear ya tryin to take from me Nigga that's gon be ya ass Definitely gon be ya last Don't fuck around Nigga wit my cash Unless yo ass want to get blast Respect tha game Dread the pain That I'ma bring To ya man Playing games wit ya life Livin triflin I'll take them stripes
(Hook) x4 Yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh I'm in this game like a legend Y'all niggaz peasants Open ya ass up like presents Put my weight on it While you still sittin weight on it Can't hate on it when Jay on it Yo don' know rowdy boys shot clothes Hits from way back Tryin to top those Love to chop hoes Quick to drop boes On my foes To pop though When I don't stop though Wanna pose Can't fuck with Jay I'm the ear-shake Gotta make big pay Don't stop How'm I off the top But who that drop nigga say I went pop Lemme pop real shit in ya ear Pop off on all fuck-boys So stay in tha clear Pop bitch in the mouth Talk too much shit Pop three lil' gids that don't fuck with Pop on a nigga when I see ya hate Pop a gat in his mouth Send him to Satan Pop the question Who next to die If you it don't wanna to be you don't fuck with mine I ain't a rap-ass nigga bitch that spit game In tha big thangs Don't take some shit man All bread suckas soft ass cookies Don't ever compare me to no rookies
(Hook) x4
[Talking] Drop it on ya ass Playin on muh'fuckas game From here on out Shop clothes Talk all that shit Rapper-ass nigga Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh
Compositores: Jeffrey Jermaine Thompkins (Jt Money), Carlos Newsome ECAD: Obra #30611953