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Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right)
Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh)
JT Money, God dammit
Bout time, spin this bitch
(Niggaz waitin on yo muh'fuckin ass, let's ride)

(Hook) x4
Heychayaya, heychayaya, heychayaya (Drop them boes on 'em)
We drop them boes on u hoes nigga

I got em goin crazy
Tryin to lock down Jay baby
Them suckas don't wanna pay me
Them niggaz must think I'm crazy
They must do business shady
Or they think that I can't count
Don't need a big bank account
Fuck that bullshit I'm out
Tryin to start my own shit
Muh'fucka I own shit
When I'm on some grown shit
And I stand on my own, bitch
Get yo hands up outta my pocket
Y'all greedy muh'fuckas betta stop it
Y'all niggaz can't play wit my profit
So you might as well back up off it
Money man don't fuck around
Boy I will shut you down
You don't wanna bust it down
Now I gotta stop bussin clown
So please don't fuck with mine
And I won't have to fuck wit yours
Cuz when I bring them toys
We knockin down them doors
And anything else in my way
Interferin wit my pay
Y'all niggaz gon' learn today
Don't fuck around wit Jay
I don't see awards or them plaques
Or them stanky car tracks
Matter fact
Fuck That
All I want is my stack
Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhtttttttt

(Hook) x4

Y'all don' wanna fuck around wit this
Only bitch-ass niggaz ain't down wit this
Y'all crowdin that nigga
Stop houndin this
For you fuck my first
Get a pound wit this
Y'all fake-ass niggaz betta recognize
I'll work ya niggaz out like exercise
I'm this shit muh'fucka I flex my mouth
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