Project Pat

Project Pat - Ballers / Outro Cash Money Mix lyrics

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(feat. 3-6 Mafia, Baby (Big Tymers), Hot Boys)

[Project PAT]

Man, why these niggas always hatin' on Hynotize and Cash Money?

Man, fuck these niggas!

[Baby]

What's up wodie? It's these gold girll and these platinum-mouth boys

These big time Hot Boy$, these 3-6 boys,

wit the self made millionaire Cash Money boys

[Turk]

You done fucked with the wrong nigga

Must they know that I ride and I shoot quicker

Should have known not to upset this lil nigga

You got a click so what nigga my click thicker

A bunch of real niggas that'll burn ya

With no waitin' catch ya slippin then jam ya up

Slangin' weight ain't no thang for me

Play by the rules

Or shit I'll kill yo' family

That's what I do

Bust ya chest wide open

And split ya fade nigga

And them all frozen

Moves from the 'K nigga

Turk don't play, when it's time to get serious

Think I'm a hoe keep it that way and stay curious

[Baby]

Niggas be shoutin' one love but wearin black gloves

Some niggas 26 and 28 still live in they mom house askin' for play

Them niggas shouldn't be respected, they fake

Instead of hittin' blocks with glocks and touchin' niggas money spot

And breakin' bread with the woman who put em in that spot

These niggas wanna trick they hoes

And play with they nose

Instead of totin' fo' fo's and movin' fuckin' kilos

Nigga I done bought more cars than niggas done bought pussy hoes

And bought more rims than niggas done fucked they main hoe in they assholes

3-6 told me to roll and unload

But nigga fuck that

I'm tryin' to stack and mack

And that deal with Universal shoulda showed that

But Uptown is where its at

Playboy won't you tell me how you luv that?

Won't you tell me how you luv that?

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

Ballers

We be on some twanky twankies

Playa hatas get found stanky stanky

Trickin fat blunts of that danky danky

Big diamond rangs on our panky panky

[Juvenile]

Fuck with 3-6 Mafia gon' make me millions

Fuck with CMR gon' make me some more millions

I can see it, I'm a kill 'em

And build me and building

And put some money to the side for my mom and my children

Ridin' with my nigga Rambezee, to the easy

Drinkin' for my nigga Babyzee and B.G.eezy

Ducked off

Tinted windows on my candy apple cut dawg

It's a classy nigga fuck yall

[Juicy J]

I'm representin' Northern Memphis to the fuckin' fullest

We ain't the kind to tote a gun when there ain't no bullets

And when that drama starts the strap we expect to pull it

You see a nigga holdin gauge and you wish he would have

Rolled by yo' mama house and put her in a coma

Cuz niggas gone on that Hennessey and marijuana

And now we back up in the hood on a burner phone-a

In that game slangin' came to you blood donors

It's on, coward

[Lil Wayne]

They call me quick draw 2 pistols Lil Wayne

Champagne took my brain I don't think I just aim

Drop tops on a Z-3

Start shootin' like 3 burners

How come them try me

Never know me block burner

Better watch for lil shorty in black

Nigga get back

Bout to make my glock 40 click clack

Brrr kill it

It's yo Life

Spill It

Playin' with the realest

Pop fire like a skillet

Now nigga what the dilly

Highly influenced on Cristal

I'm warnin' you to clear the set because it gets wild

I be disguised as a mailman with a pistol

Then deliver him 50 shots and take his child

[DJ Paul]

Punk bitch I dare ya

I double dare ya step against this pot belly

Bitches they try to step to the ruler but they ain't ready

Weak ass them cowards try to make moves but I knock 'em out

2nd ones step yall need more help 2 barrels in his mouth

Face it when this shits fucked up you gotta deal with it

This is my game, live with it or get killed with it

These are my dice

This is my board I let you roll off

And how you gon' have ice when I cut your fuckin' water off

[Chorus]

[Project Pat]

It's the project nigga roll back I own them bricks

Kickin' game with the Hot Boy$ and 3-6

B.G., Juvenile, Baby, Lil Wayne

North Memphis, Uptown, and we havin' thangs

AIn't no thang when ya come real ya gotta shine

I'm strapped with a glock 9, he ain't takin' mine

We in our prime puttin' in work players never rush it

Full of gin, fucking hoes, like I'm mad russian

A discussion amongst men means a power move

Is about to be made for a come-up fool

Slang that iron when you get in my business

Hypnotize, Cash Money, on the rise bitch

[Chorus 2X]

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