Jt Money

Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right)
Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
JT Money, God dammit
Bout time, spin this bitch
(Niggaz waitin on yo muhfuckin ass, lets 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 dont wanna pay me
Them niggaz must think Im crazy
They must do business shady
Or they think that I cant count
Dont need a big bank account
Fuck that bullshit Im out
Tryin to start my own shit
Muhfucka I own shit
When Im on some grown shit
And I stand on my own, bitch
Get yo hands up outta my pocket
Yall greedy muhfuckas betta stop it
Yall niggaz cant play wit my profit
So you might as well back up off it
Money man dont fuck around
Boy I will shut you down
You dont wanna bust it down
Now I gotta stop bussin clown
So please dont fuck with mine
And I wont 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
Yall niggaz gon learn today
Dont fuck around wit Jay
I dont see awards or them plaques
Or them stanky car tracks
Matter fact
Fuck That
All I want is my stack
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhtttttttt
[Hook x4]
Yall don wanna fuck around wit this
Only bitch-ass niggaz aint down wit this
Yall crowdin that nigga
Stop houndin this
For you fuck my first
Get a pound wit this
Yall fake-ass niggaz betta recognize
Ill work ya niggaz out like exercise
Im this shit muhfucka I flex my mouth
You gotta short piece Ill wash yo mind
Nigga I aint lyin
Muhfuckas dont know bout Jay
And this damn thing hold by Jay
Fuck around be D-O-A
Nigga thats fo sho okay
You dont know this ganky shit
Plus I wont ganky trick
Yall fuck niggaz think yall slick
Lemme tell yall niggaz aint shit
But when them killas come
Thats when all yall fuck niggaz run
Still nigga like me boots up to none
So all yall fuck boys will get done, huh
All yall sucka niggaz betta take heed
For ya get yo ass smoked like weed
Nigga I dont break I squeeze
Lemme hear ya tryin to take from me
Nigga thats gon be ya ass
Definitely gon be ya last
Dont fuck around
Nigga wit my cash
Unless yo ass want to get blast
Respect tha game
Dread the pain
That Ima bring
To ya man
Playing games wit ya life
Livin triflin
Ill take them stripes
[Hook x4]
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh
Im in this game like a legend
Yall niggaz peasants
Open ya ass up like presents
Put my weight on it
While you still sittin weight on it
Cant 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 dont stop though
Wanna pose
Cant fuck with Jay
Im the ear-shake
Gotta make big pay
Dont stop
Howm 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 dont 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 dont wanna to be you dont fuck with mine
I aint a rap-ass nigga bitch that spit game
In tha big thangs
Dont take some shit man
All bread suckas soft ass cookies
Dont ever compare me to no rookies
[Hook x4]
[Talking]
Drop it on ya ass
Playin on muhfuckas game
From here on out
Shop clothes
Talk all that shit
Rapper-ass nigga
Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh
[ War Lyrics ]