The Profit - Featuring Lil Wayne - Fat Joe
Artist : “Fat Joe”
Song title : “The Profit - Featuring Lil Wayne”
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chorus
We gettin money man ill show you how to turn profit
In the hood they call me joey the profit
first you cop it
Then you cook it
Then you chop it
What the fuck boy
Bitch ass niggaz
They cant stop us
We turn a profit
P-p-p-p-profit the profit
We make a p-p-p-p-profit
Profit
Yeah in the hood they call me joey the profit
If you listen close my niggaz you bound to see a profit
1st verse
Im new yorks living legend
The streets know me well
Stand in the line of fire
Its going to be hell
You dancin wit the devil
Tonights your last night
Picture me lils eazy e
Pistol fahrenheit
La county got work in slawson
We get it poppin
Back to roxbury in boston
The streets love me
See they named me coca
The puerto rican version of la costra nostra
You can find me in the kitchen with me apron on
Something like the chef
Yeah i get my raekwon on
Joey the mayor
I get keys to the city
And i got em cheap the whole hood could come with me
Nigga
Chorus
2nd verse lil wayne
Im getting money
Im the president junior
And in the hood they call me weezy the future
And everybody thats around me ull shoot ya
And nigga my band let em blow like twofers yeah
Clap
I got em
I ggg got em i got em
Yep
Cook i got em
I ggg got em i got em
Yep
And in the hood they call me weezy the future
If listen close my nigga you might see the future
Young wayne in the building
Where your stove at
Cook em up strap em down
Where the road at
Im strapped up plenty bullets
Nigga hold that
Now you step in out in led shower where your robe at
I knock your earth off
Damn where ya globe at
fuck the coach i keep shooting like kobe
The money knows me better then anybody
Bitch im paid forget about it
Im sitting in the coupe wit the tities outted
The nipples chrome
Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
Dippin on them bitches
Get off dick
You soft pricks
Im from new orleans
Homeless but dont forget
The sun even shines on dark shit
And dawg ive been hustlin since the day i was barkin
I walk in this bitch like what it do
The money home
Stop hatin
Get your money on
Nigga
Chorus - 2x
3rd verse
This year all star weekend was off the chain
Literally niggaz comin off wit them chains
Put the desi to his chest
Homey going die tonight
Then his jaw dropped like napoleon dynamite
Jack boy i been since im a toddler
My dad was sleeping i was running through his pockets
Oh yeah you ready for war then whats stopping you
I hope you know them bentley doors not chopper proof
And they go br r-rr ta tat
Just like them bullets dancin
Come up short wit my doe im bout to pull a manson
Take your kids for ransom
Yeah its payback nigga
Next time i front you some birds you better pay crack
What shit - i dont know nothing
He might be the police coming up with assumptions
All i know is this nigga hear is about to meet god
If you dont bring me some keys or bring me fifty large
Chorus