Bout My Money Project Pat (Ft. V Slash)
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[Chorus: V Slash]
Holla at me
It's 'bout my money
Don't be mad at me
Cuz I'm 'bout my money
Holla at me
It's 'bout my money
Don't be mad at me
Cuz I'm 'bout my money
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Ooh, I just copped the BMW
Oh you ain't gon' speak, ok no freak, I ain't gon' choke you
Kush blunting star, inside peanut butter
Grey yola paint, chrome rims gon' make ya heart flatter
AC like a blizzard, Icy chains like a [?]
[?] silver apartment
Pull up Escalade, on 22's [?]
She rolled up a blunt, that's the purple stuff sparking
These young niggas retarded, they’re arguing in my city, fool
[?]
Cool like a pop sickle
Strapped with the Glock pistol
Money in the garbage bag
Louis gucci duffle bags
Holla at me
It's 'bout my money
Don't be mad at me
Cuz I'm 'bout my money
Holla at me
It's 'bout my money
Don't be mad at me
Cuz I'm 'bout my money
[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Ooh, I just copped the BMW
Oh you ain't gon' speak, ok no freak, I ain't gon' choke you
Kush blunting star, inside peanut butter
Grey yola paint, chrome rims gon' make ya heart flatter
AC like a blizzard, Icy chains like a [?]
[?] silver apartment
Pull up Escalade, on 22's [?]
She rolled up a blunt, that's the purple stuff sparking
These young niggas retarded, they’re arguing in my city, fool
[?]
Cool like a pop sickle
Strapped with the Glock pistol
Money in the garbage bag
Louis gucci duffle bags
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