Been Gettin Money

(album: Blue Dream & Lean - 2011)

[Project Pat:]
Yeah it's Project Pat in this thang... This goes out to all real
Niggas mayne... You getting that money you gotta keep getting that
Cheese man... You know what I'm sayin'? And those who sitting
Around waiting on a handout, nigga, keep waiting

[Hook:]
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been getting money, I been getting money
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
The cars, the clothes, the life, I chose
I been getting money, I been getting money

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
The gutta, the hood, the drugs, what's cookin'?
The guns, the mask, the young broads hooking
The grams, the zones, the hundred for the tens
The county, the state, the fed-e-ral pen
Police in them high speeds now that's where I been
Ya left ya house unattended, was breaking in
Old heads 'round the way say I need to cease fire
Cocaine habit like, water to the grease fire
Nines, big pinky rangs, flashy like King Tut
Dirty South ain't having thangs, do you see the bling what?
Candy paint, on the cars, hazelnut wood
Twenty fo' inch floaters floating through the hood

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
I'm on the slab tryna slang this pack of yams (yams)
Call me the sand man straight, outta Pakistan (stan)
I'm tryna get in, suckers better get this (this)
I'm tryna make it rich, ice on my wrizzist (wrist)
You on the grind every night, tryna get mine (mine)
Slangin blow, packs of pills and that goodie pine (pine)

[DJ Paul:]
Yeah, I specialize in being a specialist (specialist)
Don't make money ain't making our list (what?)
Except ya girlfriend cause she insist (she insist)
I got the chewing so long I left her with' a lisp (with' a lisp)
I make the ones hating feel shitty (really)
Show my ass buying the same cars as P. Diddy, what?

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Project Pat]
I been getting money from the crumbs to the purse snatching
I kept a mask on with' the guns click-clacking
Project was straight jacking drug dealers to the fiends
I wasn't coming up I had dreams of coming clean
About this ghetty green, night and day I plot and scheme
Was in the project selling pills sipping lean
Nigga I'm hustling, where the bullets never ceaseful
It's always gunplay, cause ya mouth stay in grease-ful
Get a treeful, my candy like Honeydew
They see me in my car, dog, this what money do
Ya baby mama wanna holla so you hate to this
I'm talking money talk some can't relate to this

[Hook]

[Music to fade]