Jt Money - War lyrics

Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh (that right) Yeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh (Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh) JT Money, God dammit Bout time, spin this b**h (n***as waitin on yo muh'f**in a**, let's ride) (Hook) x4 Heychayaya, heychayaya, heychayaya (Drop them boes on 'em) We drop them boes on u hoes n***a I got em goin crazy Tryin to lock down Jay baby Them s**as don't wanna pay me Them n***as 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 f** that bullsh** I'm out Tryin to start my own sh** Muh'f**a I own sh** When I'm on some grown sh** And I stand on my own, b**h Get yo hands up outta my pocket Y'all greedy muh'f**as betta stop it Y'all n***as can't play wit my profit So you might as well back up off it Money man don't f** around Boy I will shut you down You don't wanna bust it down Now I gotta stop bussin clown So please don't f** with mine And I won't have to f** 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 n***as gon' learn today Don't f** around wit Jay I don't see awards or them plaques Or them stanky car tracks Matter fact f** That All I want is my stack Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiggggghhhhhtttttttt (Hook) x4 Y'all don' wanna f** around wit this Only b**h-a** n***as ain't down wit this Y'all crowdin that n***a Stop houndin this For you f** my first Get a pound wit this Y'all fake-a** n***as betta recognize I'll work ya n***as out like exercise I'm this sh** muh'f**a I flex my mouth You gotta short piece I'll wash yo mind n***a I ain't lyin Muh'f**as don't know bout Jay And this damn thing hold by Jay f** around be D-O-A n***a that's fo' sho okay You don't know this ganky sh** Plus I won't ganky trick Y'all f** n***as think y'all slick Lemme tell y'all n***as ain't sh** But when them k**as come That's when all y'all f** n***as run Still n***a like me boots up to none So all y'all f** boys will get done, huh All y'all s**a n***as betta take heed For ya get yo a** smoked like weed n***a I don't break I squeeze Lemme hear ya tryin to take from me n***a that's gon be ya a** Definitely gon be ya last Don't f** around n***a wit my cash Unless yo a** want to get blast Respect tha game Dread the pain That I'ma bring To ya man Playing games wit ya life Livin triflin I'll take them stripes (Hook) x4 Yeaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh I'm in this game like a legend Y'all n***as peasants Open ya a** up like presents Put my weight on it While you still sittin weight on it Can't hate on it when Jay on it Yo don' know rowdy boys shot clothes Hits from way back Tryin to top those Love to chop hoes Quick to drop boes On my foes To pop though When I don't stop though Wanna pose Can't f** with Jay I'm the ear-shake Gotta make big pay Don't stop How'm I off the top But who that drop n***a say I went pop Lemme pop real sh** in ya ear Pop off on all f**-boys So stay in tha clear Pop b**h in the mouth Talk too much sh** Pop three lil' gids that don't f** with Pop on a n***a when I see ya hate Pop a gat in his mouth Send him to Satan Pop the question Who next to die If you it don't wanna to be you don't f** with mine I ain't a rap-a** n***a b**h that spit game In tha big thangs Don't take some sh** man All bread s**as soft a** cookies Don't ever compare me to no rookies (Hook) x4 [Talking] Drop it on ya a** Playin on muh'f**as game From here on out Shop clothes Talk all that sh** Rapper-a** n***a Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh