
Time to Operate JT Music (Ft. Neebs Gaming)
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[Intro: JT Music]
I had you from the jump
And now I got the drop on all of you
But if you help me keep my income up
I would be pleased to relieve you of all your loot
[Verse 1: JT Music]
I see a lot of chutes opened up, so I'm gonna cut some
Pluck 'em from the sky like I'm playin' Duck Hunt
Just like my dinner plate, ain't finished 'til you're all done
This'll be easy, Hot Cross Buns
I'm comin' for your wallets, y'all had better clutch them
I can hear your heart drummin' like percussion
Use your heads and keep your tails tucked, run
Cause the next thing I'm gunnin' for is your trust fund
I don't mean to cause offence to any bank tellers
But I'm about to make withdrawals on these lame fellas
Best invest your cash, or I'm gonna take hella
Fat stacks out your stash, then I'll make it rain, jealous?
My squad gettin' so sweaty that you may smell us
Throw on a gas mask and prepare your painkillers
We got our senses sharpened, these Helens ain't Kellers
Skip the Gulag, I'll send you straight to your grave fellas
I rate myself a 10, I make 'em thirsty
But I don't need a res', I pick myself up, I'm perky
Rollin' in your dough, overflowin' from my purse, see?
I'll call you sugar daddy as I slay you with a curtsy
I had you from the jump
And now I got the drop on all of you
But if you help me keep my income up
I would be pleased to relieve you of all your loot
[Verse 1: JT Music]
I see a lot of chutes opened up, so I'm gonna cut some
Pluck 'em from the sky like I'm playin' Duck Hunt
Just like my dinner plate, ain't finished 'til you're all done
This'll be easy, Hot Cross Buns
I'm comin' for your wallets, y'all had better clutch them
I can hear your heart drummin' like percussion
Use your heads and keep your tails tucked, run
Cause the next thing I'm gunnin' for is your trust fund
I don't mean to cause offence to any bank tellers
But I'm about to make withdrawals on these lame fellas
Best invest your cash, or I'm gonna take hella
Fat stacks out your stash, then I'll make it rain, jealous?
My squad gettin' so sweaty that you may smell us
Throw on a gas mask and prepare your painkillers
We got our senses sharpened, these Helens ain't Kellers
Skip the Gulag, I'll send you straight to your grave fellas
I rate myself a 10, I make 'em thirsty
But I don't need a res', I pick myself up, I'm perky
Rollin' in your dough, overflowin' from my purse, see?
I'll call you sugar daddy as I slay you with a curtsy
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