Project Pat My Money Lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J]
It's going down, it's going down
Three 6 Mafia, Mafia!
Project Pat (Project Pat)
Y'all know the business, it's going down
I'ma tell you motherf*ckers something, man, some real shit (Tell 'em!)
You can't be f*cking with a motherf*ckin' nigga money
When a nigga front you some shit, you know what I'm saying?
Or loan you some shit (Hurt that nigga back, mayne!)
I let you borrow somehow, however ya wanna do it (Pay him back!)
You can't be f*ckin with no nigga money out here
Mayne, get your f*ckin ass blown off, nigga (Pay him back!)
Shut da f*ck up!

[Chorus: Project Pat]
I'ma bust me a nigga head bout my money
I ain't playing with you punk niggas bout my money
You can do what you want, ya wanna do in life, lil dummy
I'ma 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 they cost 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
I flip spill collector, sucker rejecter
Late on my guap, then I'm gon' come get ya
Tryin' to be straight wit' you niggas, but it's still drama
'Cause if a nigga lying to you, then I'm still harm ya
Mama taught you good manners, keep ya head outta the way
We at your back door, armed up with the K's
I play my position, money mission came up
The hollow fragments bullets hittin' 'till you frame up

[Chorus: Project Pat]
I'ma bust me a nigga head bout my money
I ain't playing with you punk niggas bout my money
You can do what you want, ya wanna do in life, lil dummy
I'ma 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 .44's
Told a bitch boy, boy, I ain't playing no more
Trick, you better come, better come off my door
Like a freak ho come, with a dick up in her hole (In her hole)
Hey, hey, hey, nigga what it say?
Blow them thumbs off your ass, if you think I came to play
Smoking, light bud, while I's a bitch on my Bud Light
I've been smoking all night, I came here to get right

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Ju─ Ju─ Ju─ Just because a nigga front you some keys
Don't mean you can ball out like a trappy
Me and D boys ridin' toys, you can't match these
Niggas with them choppers, and his cash like a rackees
When I say a rackees, I'm talkin' bout that Fed list
Make sure you know what you doin' in that business
'Cause when you get them packs and don't bring a nigga back cheese
Flip on top of that, then you know it's a wrap, bitch
Don't f*ck with my money

[Verse 4: Project Pat]
I got Tennessee kingpin tatted on my forearm
Niggas got they hands out, like I own a blow farm
Doing harm, bullets eat yo flesh up for dim dim
Then find yo balls off in the country, yeah, you all thin
Now, out there must have been a kidnapping
What fools received in a hurry with the guap stacking
My dump glidin' through the traffic, the trunk raddling
Chain worth forty thou, then these haters start telling
I'm ballin with these laws, searching in my cars
Two zones of that purple weed right behind my balls (Uh-huh)
No attempt to sell, playa, 'cause we gon' smoke this
Every last need, right down to the roaches

[Chorus: Project Pat]
I'ma bust me a nigga head bout my money
I ain't playing with you punk niggas bout my money
You can do what you want, ya wanna do in life, lil dummy
I'ma 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