Been Gettin Money

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feat. Three 6 Mafia (DJ Paul, Juicy J) [Project Pat:] Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang... This goes out to all real niggaz mayne... You gettin' that money you gotta keep gettin' that cheese man... You know what I'm sayin'? And those who sittin' around waitin' on a handout, nigga, keep waitin' [Chorus:] The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose I been gettin' money, I been gettin' money [Verse 1: Project Pat] The gutta, the hood, the drugs, what's cookin'? The guns, the mask, the young broads hookin' The grams, the zones, the hundred for the tens The county, the state, the fed-e-ral pen Police in them high speeds now that's where I been Ya left ya house unattended, was breakin' in Old heads 'round the way say I need to cease fire Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut Dirty South ain't havin' thangs, do you see the bling what? Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood Twenty fo' inch floaters floatin' through the hood [Chorus] [Verse 2: Juicy J] I'm on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams (yams) Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan (stan) I'm tryna get in, suckers better get this (this) I'm tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist (wrist) You on the grind every night, tryna get mine (mine) Slangin blow, packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine) [DJ Paul:] Yeah, I specialize in bein' a specialist (specialist) Don't make money ain't makin' our list (what?) Except ya girlfriend 'cause she insist (she insist) I got the chewin' so long I left her wit' a lisp (wit' a lisp) I make the ones hatin' feel shitty (really) Show my ass buyin' the same cars as P. Diddy, what? [Chorus] [Verse 3: Project Pat] I been gettin' money from the crumbs to the purse snatchin' I kept a mask on wit' the guns click-clackin' Project was straight jackin' drug dealers to the fiends I wasn't comin' up I had dreams of comin' clean About this ghetty green, night and day I plot and scheme Was in the project sellin' pills sippin' lean Nigga I'm hustlin', where the bullets never ceaseful It's always gunplay, 'cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew They see me in my car, dog, this what money do Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this I'm talkin' money talk some can't relate to this [Chorus] [music to fade]

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