War Lyrics - Jt Money

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 

'cause 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 

You gotta short piece I'll wash yo mind 

Nigga I ain't lyin 

Muh'fuckas don't know bout Jay 

And this damn thing hold by Jay 

Fuck around be D-O-A 

Nigga that's fo' sho okay 

You don't know this ganky shit 

Plus I won't ganky trick 

Y'all fuck niggaz think y'all slick 

Lemme tell y'all niggaz ain't shit 

But when them killas come 

That's when all y'all fuck niggaz run 

Still nigga like me boots up to none 

So all y'all fuck boys will get done, huh 

All y'all sucka niggaz betta take heed 

For ya get yo ass smoked like weed 

Nigga I don't break I squeeze 

Lemme hear ya tryin to take from me 

Nigga that's gon be ya ass 

Definitely gon be ya last 

Don't fuck around 

Nigga wit my cash 

Unless yo ass 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 niggaz peasants 

Open ya ass 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 fuck with Jay 

I'm the ear-shake 

Gotta make big pay 

Don't stop 

How'm I off the top 

But who that drop nigga say I went pop 

Lemme pop real shit in ya ear 

Pop off on all fuck-boys 

So stay in tha clear 

Pop bitch in the mouth 

Talk too much shit 

Pop three lil' gids that don't fuck with 

Pop on a nigga 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 fuck with mine 

I ain't a rap-ass nigga bitch that spit game 

In tha big thangs 

Don't take some shit man 

All bread suckas soft ass cookies 

Don't ever compare me to no rookies 

(Hook) x4 

[Talking] 

Drop it on ya ass 

Playin on muh'fuckas game 

From here on out 

Shop clothes 

Talk all that shit 

Rapper-ass nigga 

Yeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh