What Money Do Project Pat (Ft. DJ Paul)

[DJ Paul]
Put the needle on the record mayne... Put this shit together
For my boy Project man... Nah... nah... here we go... some mo'
Gangsta motherfuckin' shit man... it's goin' down know what I'm
Talkin' 'bout? Hypnotize Minds... yeah!

Yeah... I need for all my real motherfuckin' money makers in the
Motherfuckin' house... to reach in yo' motherfuckin' pocket... and
Pull out a stack!... and hold that motherfucker high as you can in the
Air... and then I need you to walk over to one of them haters and
Throw it in his motherfuckin' face cause he need it mo' than you do...
Now get on yo' knees and pick that shit up!... Pick it up BITCH!

[Hook] x2
You see me in this new car, this what money do
You see me shinin' like a star, this what money do
I left the club wit'cha broad, this what money do
This what money do, get you some hater

[Verse 1]
I'm flickin' on you snakes, I got wood, leather stitchin'
Clothes stickin', cause ya ridin' bucket, cloth seats itchin'
Couldn't get me, saw it in the clouds, like my nigga Rickey
Mr. James, all these superfreaks, out here tryna get me
Wanna hit me, wanna say, they done been 'round the truth
In ya bed, or the booth, I'm the ghetto Dr. Ruth
When I do, step on out, moonlight, hit the Range
Pretty jewels they attract broads, like shiny thangs
When I came, to ya hood, I was new face, in the place
Game spitter from the North, so ya wanna catch a case
Cause ya see me holl'in' at 'cha ex-girl, don't 'cha?
Murder charge for a broad who don't even want 'cha