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Project Pat( Patrick Houston )
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Been Gettin' Money featuring Three 6 Mafia
Lyricist:Paul Beauregard, D Butler, Jordan Houston, Patrick Houston, A Parks, Richard Simms, Carlos Walker, L Williams
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'
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've been gettin' money, I've 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've been gettin' money, I've been gettin' money
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 federal 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
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've been gettin' money, I've 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've been gettin' money, I've been gettin' money
I'm on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams Call me the Sandman straight outta Pakistan I'm tryna get in, suckers better get this I'm tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine Slangin blow, packs of pills and that goodie pine Yeah, I specialize in bein' a specialist Don't make money ain't makin' our list, what
Except ya girlfriend 'cause she insist I got the chewin' so long I left her with a lisp I make the ones hatin' feel shitty I show my ass buyin' the same cars as P. Diddy, what?
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've been gettin' money, I've 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've been gettin' money, I've been gettin' money
I've been gettin' money from the crumbs to the purse snatchin' I kept a mask on with 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 greaseful
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
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've been gettin' money, I've 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've been gettin' money, I've been gettin' money, woah
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