J Money - HoodRich Pablo Juan

I got the trap doing numbers, I made a million off onions

Watch how they fall in the fall, we get so hot in the summer

I got the J-money, I got the J-money

I got the J-money, I got the J-money

I’m cooking them chicken dumplings, my pockets on chunky monkey

I’m selling the work so fast, they fronting, they keeping it coming

I got the J-money, I got the J-money

I got the J-money, I got the J-money

They knocking my door off the hinges

These junkies aggressive, but friendly

I’m serving them out of tell Bentley

But tailor-made clothes like I’m Fonzworth Bentley

The shoes that I’m wearing, Givenchy

Don’t give no fuck, keep your opinion

Trapping and dabbing, bitch, I’m the plug

Man, I’m looking for career, Simmons

I got more boot than a Timberland

I’m beating this track like I’m Timbaland

I’m working my wrist and I’m spinning

The junkies, they coming, they spending it

I got the J-money

Yeah, I got the rich, I get money

This ain’t no trap for no J-money

I got the plug money

Hang with the robbers and drug money

You get took off of the plug money

This ain’t no J-money

They calling me Mr. Bentley, I got the J running

Cook it like Benihana fried cucumbers

I know what you did last summer

I had to put back on my mask

I rob me a nigga from Columbia

I got the trap doing numbers, I made a million off onions

Watch how they fall in the fall, we get so hot in the summer

I got the J-money, I got the J-money

I got the J-money, I got the J-money

I’m cooking them chicken dumplings, my pockets on chunky monkey

I’m selling the work so fast, they fronting, they keeping it coming

I got the J-money, I got the J-money

Wholesale and retail

Leaking the brick, the trappers and J-money

But scheming Givenchy

MuMu, Cartier to play money

Go to the border to get the bricks

Selling so fast that they stay fronting

I’m drunk in love, fucking with the rock

I got Beyonce and Jay money

Go to 85, no Jimmy Carter

Capp, when I put the birds in the water

Serving your auntie and fucking your daughter

They come to the door with the dollars and quarters

Breaking the brick and the onions

Break a onion down to twenty-eight

Selling grams in a 2-for-$ 5

I got the Frosted Flakes, they say it’s great

I got the trap doing numbers, I made a million off onions

Watch how they fall in the fall, we get so hot in the summer

I got the J-money, I got the J-money

I got the J-money, I got the J-money

I’m cooking them chicken dumplings, my pockets on chunky monkey

I’m selling the work so fast, they fronting, they keeping it coming

I got the J-money, I got the J-money