My Money lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
It's going down, it’s going down
Three 6 Mafia, Mafia
Project Pat
Y'all know the business
It's going down
Imma tell you motherf*ckers something man, some real sh*t
Tell ’em
You can't be f*cking with a motherf*ckin n*gga money
When a n*gga front you some sh*t, you know what I'm saying? Or loan you some sh*t
[?] how you wanna do it [?]
You can get your f*ckin ass blown off, n*gga
Shut da f*ck up

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Imma bust me a n*gga if he ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks, if it's bout my money
You can do what you want, you ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this, don't f*ck with my money
Don’t f*ck with my money, don’t f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don’t f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don’t f*ck with my money

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Stayin' high in North Memphis like [?] the gas
By any means necessary we gon' get the cash
The fast money come in quick, a runny nose will get you hit
In your mouth, mayne, with that thang, playing with my grip
[?] collecter, sucker rejecter
Late on my guap, then I'm gon' come get ya
Tryin' to be straight wit' you n*ggas, but [?] drama
'Cause if a n*gga lying to you, [?]
Mama taught you good manners, keep [?] way
We at your backdoor armed up with the K's
I play my position, money mission came up
The hollow [?] bullets hittin' 'till you frame up
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Imma bust me a n*gga if he ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks, if it's bout my money
You can do what you want, you ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this, don't f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my money

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I came through the door, waving 4 4's
Told a b*tch boy I ain't playing no more
Treat [?] come off your nose
Like a freak ho c*m, when I put it in her hole
n*gga what it say?
Role them thumbs out your ass, if you think I came to play
Smoking light bud, while I mix my bud light
I've been smoking all night, I came here to get right

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
[?] cause a n*gga front you some keys
If you're me, you can ball out like a [?]
D boys riding toys, you can't match these
n*ggas with them choppers, get his cash like a racky
When I say a racky, I'm talkin' bout them fed list
Make sure what you doing in that business
'Cause when you get them packs and don't bring a n*gga back cheese
On top of that, then you know it's a rap
Don't f*ck with my money
[Verse 4: Project Pat]
I got Tennessee kingpin tatted on my forearm
n*ggas got they hands out, like I own a blow farm
Doing harm, bullets eat yo flesh up for din din
[?] in the country [?]
[?] must have been a kidnapping
[?] with the guap stacking
My [?] through the traffic, the trunk raddling
Chain worth 40 thou, then these haters start telling
I'm [?] searching in my cars
[?] purple weed right behind my balls
No attempt to sell playa, 'cause we gon' smoke this
Every last [?] right down to the roaches

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Imma bust me a n*gga if he ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks, if it's bout my money
You can do what you want, you ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this, don't f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my money
Don't f*ck with my money, don't f*ck with my money