Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right)
Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
JT Money, God dammit
Bout time, spin this bitch
(Niggaz waitin on yo muh`fuckin ass, let`s 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 don`t wanna pay me
Them niggaz 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
Fuck that bullshit I`m out
Tryin to start my own shit
Muh`fucka I own shit
When I`m on some grown shit
And I stand on my own, bitch
Get yo hands up outta my pocket
Y`all greedy muh`fuckas betta stop it
Y`all niggaz can`t play wit my profit
So you might as well back up off it
Money man don`t fuck around
Boy I will shut you down
You don`t wanna bust it down
Now I gotta stop bussin clown
So please don`t fuck with mine
And I won`t 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
Y`all niggaz gon` learn today
Don`t fuck around wit Jay
I don`t see awards or them plaques
Or them stanky car tracks
Matter fact
Fuck That
All I want is my stack
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhtttttttt
(Hook) x4
Y`all don` wanna fuck around wit this
Only bitch-ass niggaz ain`t down wit this
Y`all crowdin that nigga
Stop houndin this
For you fuck my first
Get a pound wit this
Y`all fake-ass niggaz betta recognize
I`ll work ya niggaz out like exercise
I`m this shit muh`fucka I flex my mouth
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