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war - jt money lyrics

yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right)
yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
jt money, god dammit
bout time, spin this b-tch
(n-gg-z waitin on yo muh’f-ckin -ss, let’s ride)

(hook) x4
heychayaya, heychayaya, heychayaya (drop them boes on ’em)
we drop them boes on u hoes n-gg-

i got em goin crazy
tryin to lock down jay baby
them suckas don’t wanna pay me
them n-gg-z 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
f-ck that bullsh-t i’m out
tryin to start my own sh-t
muh’f-cka i own sh-t
when i’m on some grown sh-t
and i stand on my own, b-tch
get yo hands up outta my pocket
y’all greedy muh’f-ckas betta stop it
y’all n-gg-z can’t play wit my profit
so you might as well back up off it
money man don’t f-ck around
boy i will shut you down
you don’t wanna bust it down
now i gotta stop bussin clown
so please don’t f-ck with mine
and i won’t have to f-ck wit yours
’cause when i bring them toys
we knockin down them doors
and anything else in my way
interferin wit my pay
y’all n-gg-z gon’ learn today
don’t f-ck around wit jay
i don’t see awards or them plaques
or them stanky car tracks
matter fact
f-ck that
all i want is my stack
aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhtttttttt

(hook) x4

y’all don’ wanna f-ck around wit this
only b-tch–ss n-gg-z ain’t down wit this
y’all crowdin that n-gg-
stop houndin this
for you f-ck my first
get a pound wit this
y’all fake–ss n-gg-z betta recognize
i’ll work ya n-gg-z out like exercise
i’m this sh-t muh’f-cka i flex my mouth
you gotta short piece i’ll wash yo mind
n-gg- i ain’t lyin
muh’f-ckas don’t know bout jay
and this d-mn thing hold by jay
f-ck around be d-o-a
n-gg- that’s fo’ sho okay
you don’t know this ganky sh-t
plus i won’t ganky trick
y’all f-ck n-gg-z think y’all slick
lemme tell y’all n-gg-z ain’t sh-t
but when them killas come
that’s when all y’all f-ck n-gg-z run
still n-gg- like me boots up to none
so all y’all f-ck boys will get done, huh
all y’all sucka n-gg-z betta take heed
for ya get yo -ss smoked like weed
n-gg- i don’t break i squeeze
lemme hear ya tryin to take from me
n-gg- that’s gon be ya -ss
definitely gon be ya last
don’t f-ck around
n-gg- wit my cash
unless yo -ss 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 n-gg-z peasants
open ya -ss 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 f-ck with jay
i’m the ear-shake
gotta make big pay
don’t stop
how’m i off the top
but who that drop n-gg- say i went pop
lemme pop real sh-t in ya ear
pop off on all f-ck-boys
so stay in tha clear
pop b-tch in the mouth
talk too much sh-t
pop three lil’ gids that don’t f-ck with
pop on a n-gg- 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 f-ck with mine
i ain’t a rap–ss n-gg- b-tch that spit game
in tha big thangs
don’t take some sh-t man
all bread suckas soft -ss cookies
don’t ever compare me to no rookies

(hook) x4

[talking]
drop it on ya -ss
playin on muh’f-ckas game
from here on out
shop clothes
talk all that sh-t
rapper–ss n-gg-
yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh

- jt money lyrics

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