B.S.
Yeah, your boy, Project Patta
You know the business, OJ da Juiceman
You know how we do it, man
Salute to my nigga OJ da Juiceman
Stand up real nigga all day
You know what I'm saying?
You other niggas I can't say it for you
Cause I don't know you like this
You know what I'm saying?
Real street niggas get real money
Out here hustling, man
You know what I'm saying?
It's all about bread, man
Nigga, play your position
You know what I'm saying? What's wrong
With you niggas out here?
You worried about what another nigga doing
You know what I'm saying?
You're nosy, you're nosy like you're mama
You know what I'm saying?
You need to quit being so
Goddamn nosey, like your mama
Cause you know what I'm saying?
You niggas need to be trying to
Focus on what you tryna do
Get your own money, get your
Own money out here
You know what I'm saying?
I mean goddamn man, I mean, you you
Tryna see what another man doing
So you can talk about him?
Bread on my tablе
Everything elsе is bullshit
You ain't talking 'bout money
You can miss me with that bullshit
Niggas ain't got no bread
Cause them niggas stay with that bullshit
Talk money and get it
Like a preacher in the pulpit bullshit
Bullshit if you ain't getting money
That's that bullshit bullshit
Bullshit if you ain't talking 'bout money
That's that bullshit
Young Juice
If you ain't talking 'bout money
Then get the fuck from round me
Snakes in the grass, you
Looking like a clown, man
You used to be my homie, but
Now you gets no pound, man
When you deep off in that water, man
These niggas will let you drown, man
Depend on no nigga
But the drama be my kickstand
Walking with the guala
In my pocket boutta hundred bands
40 with a 30 on my waist
It'll make you dance
Standin in the kitchen, young nigga
And I'm cooking grams
You ain't talking money, then fuck nigga
You need to scram
I ain't got no comma for you
Less involvin them bands freddy hit my line
And he dropping off them gym bags
Posted in the valley
All we do is cook that straight glass
Bread on my table
Everything else is bullshit
You ain't talking 'bout money
You can miss me with that bullshit
Niggas ain't got no bread
Cause them niggas stay with that bullshit
Talk money and get it
Like a preacher in the pulpit bullshit
Bullshit if you ain't getting money
That's that bullshit bullshit
Bullshit if you ain't talking 'bout money
That's that bullshit
Pistol playing, straight up faking, AK 40
Straight up taking
Niggas lies and niggas money
But I gotta get the bacon
On my burger extra cheddar, coming off the
He never got no money
But'll smoke your weed up like a fiend
Love to gang bang
And he love to shoot that pistol
When this shit get real serious
Then y'all love to blow that whistle
Well I'm elaborating on don't want money
But love fame
Speaking on real shit real niggas do
But a bitch nigga like you got no claims
Real niggas calculate moves to
Get bags of dough
Real niggas don't be snitching
So he can be out here to watch that ho
Real niggas don't shoot innocent
They bring beef to your door
Real niggas'll take sum but beggin like a ho
Bread on my table
Everything else is bullshit
You ain't talking 'bout money
You can miss me with that bullshit
Niggas ain't got no bread
Cause them niggas stay with that bullshit
Talk money and get it
Like a preacher in the pulpit bullshit
Bullshit if you ain't getting money
That's that bullshit bullshit
Bullshit if you ain't talking 'bout money
That's that bullshit
