Lyrics:
J Money Other

Hustler Ridin Thru Tha South Spreadin This Game Like Mustard Im A Cadlliac Rider True Enough But I Ball In A Chevy When I Strut My Stuff Makin Money

tellin who u might see up in lennox square i dont know about u but i miss the freaknic 'cause thats where my city use to be real sick people from other

. station wouldn't play my records one time I'm tryin' to save my community But these bourgeoisie blacks keep on doggin' me They don't care about violence, drugs and gangs K J

semi Who's calling me its Chris he's on the other line with diddy But I don't want to talk right now my day is goin shitty Why J rockin that erclie look

hit after I air it But it ain't about shit, niggas mumble about my outfits But I'm humble, I keep my mouth shut Lacin' them well, it was destined for J

3 beamer (check) Champagne range Triple white Caddy Closet full of brand new clothes and hand bags Alexander McQueen, Prada, Gucci, Chanel D&G, (?), Versace, Louie and (?) Ya don't need it greedy or easy as these other

shoot out. In the meanwhile, I still gotta make me some money to get by. Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked up with MJG, made money, 'cause all that other

I'm the airer to the throne J-Prince done took off runnin' like Dedo Cartione My nigga J-D you know he down with us Rock-a-Fella Records is down with us Cash Money

wanna get up in my boat and ride Take pictures wit the kid up in Ocean Drive Go to Castatuas and sip on Calouas At the bar talkin' to other women about