[Intro: Juicy J]
It's going down, it’s going down
Three 6 Mafia, Mafia
Project Pat
Y'all know the business
It's going down
Imma tell you motherfuckers something man, some real shit
Tell ’em
You can't be fucking with a motherfuckin n***a money
When a n***a front you some shit, you know what I'm saying? Or loan you some shit
[?] how you wanna do it [?]
You can get your fuckin ass blown off, n***a
Shut da fuck up

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Imma bust me a n***a if he ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks, if it's bout my money
You can do what you want, you ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this, don't fuck with my money
Don’t fuck with my money, don’t fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don’t fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don’t fuck with my money

[Verse 1: Project Pat]
Stayin' high in North Memphis like [?] the gas
By any means necessary we gon' get the cash
The fast money come in quick, a runny nose will get you hit
In your mouth, mayne, with that thang, playing with my grip
[?] collecter, sucker rejecter
Late on my guap, then I'm gon' come get ya
Tryin' to be straight wit' you n***as, but [?] drama
'Cause if a n***a lying to you, [?]
Mama taught you good manners, keep [?] way
We at your backdoor armed up with the K's
I play my position, money mission came up
The hollow [?] bullets hittin' 'till you frame up
[Chorus: Project Pat]
Imma bust me a n***a if he ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks, if it's bout my money
You can do what you want, you ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money

[Verse 2: DJ Paul]
I came through the door, waving 4 4's
Told a bitch boy I ain't playing no more
Treat [?] come off your nose
Like a freak ho cum, when I put it in her hole
N***a what it say?
Role them thumbs out your ass, if you think I came to play
Smoking light bud, while I mix my bud light
I've been smoking all night, I came here to get right

[Verse 3: Juicy J]
[?] cause a n***a front you some keys
If you're me, you can ball out like a [?]
D boys riding toys, you can't match these
N***as with them choppers, get his cash like a racky
When I say a racky, I'm talkin' bout them fed list
Make sure what you doing in that business
'Cause when you get them packs and don't bring a n***a back cheese
On top of that, then you know it's a rap
Don't fuck with my money
[Verse 4: Project Pat]
I got Tennessee kingpin tatted on my forearm
N***as got they hands out, like I own a blow farm
Doing harm, bullets eat yo flesh up for din din
[?] in the country [?]
[?] must have been a kidnapping
[?] with the guap stacking
My [?] through the traffic, the trunk raddling
Chain worth 40 thou, then these haters start telling
I'm [?] searching in my cars
[?] purple weed right behind my balls
No attempt to sell playa, 'cause we gon' smoke this
Every last [?] right down to the roaches

[Chorus: Project Pat]
Imma bust me a n***a if he ain't bout my money
I ain't playing with you punks, if it's bout my money
You can do what you want, you ain't like lil dummy
Imma tell you like this, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money
Don't fuck with my money, don't fuck with my money