JT Money - War lyrics

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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