[Intro: Project Pat]
Yeah, your boy, Project Patta
You know the business, OJ da Juiceman
You know how we do it, man
Salute to my n***a OJ da Juiceman
Stand up real n***a all day, you know what I'm saying?
You other n***as I can't say it for you, cause I don't know you like this, you know what I'm saying?
Real street n***as get real money out here hustling, man, you know what I'm saying?
It's all about bread, man
N***a, play your position
You know what I'm saying? What's wrong with you n***as out here?
You worried about what another n***a 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 n***as 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?

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Bread on my tablе, everything elsе is bullshit
You ain't talking 'bout money, you can miss me with that bullshit
N***as ain't got no bread, cause them n***as 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
[Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman]
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 n***as will let you drown, man
Depend on no n***a, 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 n***a, and I'm cooking grams
You ain't talking money, then fuck n***a, 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

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Bread on my table, everything else is bullshit
You ain't talking 'bout money, you can miss me with that bullshit
N***as ain't got no bread, cause them n***as 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
[Verse 2: Project Pat]
Pistol playing, straight up faking, AK 40, straight up taking
N***as lies and n***as 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 n***as do, but a bitch n***a like you got no claims
Real n***as calculate moves to get bags of dough
Real n***as don't be snitching, so he can be out here to watch that ho
Real n***as don't shoot innocent, they bring beef to your door
Real n***as'll take sum but [?] beggin like a ho

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Bread on my table, everything else is bullshit
You ain't talking 'bout money, you can miss me with that bullshit
N***as ain't got no bread, cause them n***as 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