[Verse 1: King Lavish D]
I'm a project n***a yo, I be talking money
I got a white bitch she a million dollar bunny
The Bank'd Up boy, I shine like it's sunny
Laughing out loud 'cause you n***as all funny
If you a broke bitch you can't do shit for me
If you a fake n***a you can't get shit from me
You ain't saying nothing if you ain't talking money
H2 Hummer same color as some honey
Project baby, candy red Mercedes
Coach interior I did it for the ladies
Red diamond chains on just like Baby
Red bandana on, Lavish so brazy
I'm still in the hood, everybody know me
All red Gucci belt, holding up the .40
I'm still in the trap, trapping with my homies
If I don't fuck wit' you n***a, you must be phony
I fuck with real n***as, fuck with real killers
Trap booming all night I fuck with drug dealers
My whole clique certified ain't nobody [?]
Keep it 100 everybody got a feeling

[Chorus]
I'm a project n***a
Project n***a
Project n***a
P-p-project n***a
I-I be talking money
I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I'm a project n***a
Project n***a
Project n***a
P-p-project n***a
I-I be talking money
I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I-I be talking money
[Verse 2: King Lavish D]
I grew up in G Parkway you knew about the mobb
I was only 17 tearing up the block
Busting down whole birds selling old rocks
Putting all my n***as on, sewing up the spot
King of the south side, got the streets locked
Selling dope and busting heads, it was me and Pop
2003 that's when my baby mom got shot
They smoked my n***a Wes and the FBI was hot
I stopped selling dope, and I picked up that kata
Cracking face masks like I playing for the Raiders
Baskin Robbin guns I got all different flavors
1100 rounds n***a I got it for the haters
TASK kicked in the door and found a couple guns
Canines was everywhere I couldn't even run
No one ever dipped my fingerprints wasn't even on them guns
I just took that 5 years so they wouldn't take my son

[Chorus]
I'm a project n***a
Project n***a
Project n***a
P-p-project n***a
I-I be talking money
I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I'm a project n***a
Project n***a
Project n***a
P-p-project n***a
I-I be talking money
I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I-I be talking money
[Verse 3: King Lavish D]
I'm always in the hood, fucking with my niece
Real my business like my n***a Lil P
Clip 30 round dick hanging out to see
Don't make me leave your whole brain hanging out your wig
I'm taking up the whole lane like a big rig
I really got a mansion, but I've never been on Cribs
I put the steel on your grill like some ribs
He spitting up blood man get this boy a bib
It is what it is I'm from that project housing
Sitting in the trap counting $200,000
Birds on the table stacked up like a mountain
I touched so much money dog I should be an accountant
Player haters frowning I'm the king of the town
Different color diamonds like the clothes on a clown
Don't ever try to play me dog it is how it sounds
1100 guttas Starz up guns down

[Chorus]
I'm a project n***a
Project n***a
Project n***a
P-p-project n***a
I-I be talking money
I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I'm a project n***a
Project n***a
Project n***a
P-p-project n***a
I-I be talking money
I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I'm a project n***a
Project n***a
Project n***a
P-p-project n***a
I-I be talking money
I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I'm a project n***a
Project n***a
Project n***a
P-p-project n***a
I-I be talking money
I be talking money
I-I be talking money
I-I be talking money