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Project Pat Been Gettin' Money featuring Three 6 Mafia lyrics
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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
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
