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[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