Claire JT, what's up with it?
If it's money in the streets, I go get it
I hit me a lick for a grand or two
And then, spy lay parole
is what I plan to do
Catch me home,
the next thing's smokin'
Cause when it comes to paper,
I don't be jokin'
I puss it down, from Spain to Maine
Suckers try to imitate,
but it's not the same
I'll meet me a bitch, fill her up with game
Get the keys to the house,
ho, I know the name
Treat that ho like she's
supposed to be treated
Put her on a strip, heavily heated
She's sellin' out quick,
it's like she lace with blows
Trix is comin' back, askin' for more
All that money in the purse,
I ain't retrieving
It's real big scratch,
please believe it
When I come through,
I'm hoping they know it
A middle finger high is all
that I'm showing
Foot to the floor, it's how I strike it
Tryna give it to the world,
it's like they like it
When I come through,
I'm hoping they know it
A middle finger high is
all that I'm showing
Foot to the floor, it's how I strike it
Tryna give it to the world,
it's like they like it
It's like 5, 4, 3, 2, I'm on 1
What should I do?
Walk into the club and try to bump a batch
Or run up in the bank
and try to take some scratch
B -town living, it's way too rough
And trying to get a job, it's way too tough
I'd rather kick back and jack my dick
Than go to work for you, fuck that shit
Player JT got a reputation
Games been sold all across the nation
Big dope's been distributed
Funks went down,
hella shots been shooted
I get soft, ask questions later
A nigga play the nines in the
crack of my ass
What I have, I can't neglect
This money that I hold, I must protect
When I come through,
I'm hopin' they knowin'
A middle finger high,
is all that I'm showin'
Put to the flow, it's how I strike it
Tryin' to give it to the world,
just like they like it
When I come through,
I'm hopin' they knowin'
A middle finger high,
is all that I'm showin'
Put to the flow, it's how I strike it
Tryin' to give it to the world,
just like they like it
Now when my money get low,
ho, I'm on the run
I'm trying to find a bro
that can work my gun
I'm trying to get paid in a major way
This bitch want a hoist, but my pager's safe
A tight young tender from Isle of Mila
Fish every Friday is all I feed her
The rest of the week, she on her own
I'm out here in the streets like Al Capone
Sitting in the Cadillac negotiating
I'd go home to the wife,
but for sure she hatin'
I've been gone a week,
and ain't even called
Cause back to the hotel, them hoes get hoes
I pull up smelling just like bourbon
The sign on the door say don't
disturb them
Oh boy, it's on again
Let me 9 -1 -1, hit a fifth of gin
When I come through,
I'm hoping they knowin'
A middle finger high,
it's all that I'm showin'
Foot to the floor, it's how I strike it
Tryin' to give it to the world,
it's like they like it
When I come through,
I'm hoping they knowin'
A middle finger high,
it's all that I'm showin'
Foot to the floor, that's how I strike it
Tryna give it to the world,