Project Pat - Imma Get Me Sum lyrics
rate me(Intro)
This that shit niggas get killed for (murder)
They get their ass blown off about this type of shit (raw)
We had em niggas pinned 40
(Hook x2)
Money, this that shit these robbers out here blast for
Money, this that shit these bitches coppin' ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga livin' fast for
I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some MONEY
(Verse: Project Pat)
Only thing I know is get money, I gotta have it
Quick to put that chop in yo life, bitch, where that bread at?
I don't wanna rob, but I promise you that I will tho
I'mma do whateva I gotta to pay these bills, hoe
These niggas say I'm reppin', but I could be trappin'
A well other ? the way these naz get they clappin'
A lotta y'all balls pillow talkin' with these broads
And tellin' all yo business, pussy nigga know
I neva tell my business to a ratchet hoe
Or a gobblin'(?) slutty bitch, all she want is blow
And money's everything, got my ride sittin'(?) clean
Boy, if you ain't seen a half a million, you ain't seen shit
(Hook x2)
Money, this that shit these robbers out here blast for
Money, this that shit these bitches coppin' ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga livin' fast for
I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some MONEY
(Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Baking soda my trick, making noise on my strip
Fuck her while she snorts salt, my dick hard as a brick
I'm the man movin' that, boi, Camero my new toy
Exclusive clientele, so hard Dan Aykroyd
I rubber band my check, Susan Summers all on my neck
Chevy frontin' like a Corvette
Still war ready on deck
And money back on yo head, they comin' straight for yo neck
Niggas steppin' ova yo kids, runnin' ova yo nest
Louie shoes on check, dolla bills on my chest
Betta you with the vest on, my next move might pass
(Hook x2)
Money, this that shit these robbers out here blast for
Money, this that shit these bitches coppin' ass for
Money, this that shit a nigga livin' fast for
I'mma get me some, I'mma get me some MONEY
(Verse 3: Juicy J)
WHO walk in that bank?
WHO open the safe?
WHO? I don't have accounts
WHO? My shit in the safe
Passcode, bondproof, a balla proof
New York Times want a photo shoot?
Double XL wanna write(?) reviews?
Sixty minutes with Bobba watchers
Fuck what I do, I did it, I had to get it
You wanna see my goons? I got 1000 midgets
With Techs on em, I send a text to em
To hide in yo crib and send a text back
Put rattle snakes in yo baby's crib
Bush week Bill, the ugliest niggas that kill
I'm laughin', I'm countin' my money with chill
Burrb, you niggas is hersed
Bitch made, C section with a switchblade
Stupid! I go by Arab, you talkin' sideways
I'm parkin' that bitch in yo baby driveway
How d'ow I do it? That's how I stunt on a hater
Fuck what I do, us, fuck what I knew
Fuck what I do
If I ain't doin' Juicy J to the fullest
Then Juicy J can
Metrotons since I was 13, Project Pat in the coke game
Till I grew up, shot 36 (mafia!)
50 million dollas in that basement (mafia!)
I buy yo connect on an eye message
Bitch don't flip my e-mails
Juicy J, I neva fly alone
My weed got frequent fly mileage
MONEY!
Thanks to mazters for correcting these lyrics
