Songtext Weed & money Master P

Weed & money

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-you a playa if you got bitches and blunts in your house, right?
(right right)
-but you a motherfuckin tru g,
If you get the muffins and she pay for the trees
-understand what Im sayin, nigga you feel me?
-yall captain kirk ass niggaz aint gonna survive
In this 97 space age hustle
(so what you sayin? )

(chorus)

Yall live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money

(repeat 8x)

(master p verse 1)
I stack greens like cheese
Smoke weed with gs
Sell cream to fiends
And roll with beams
Playa haters cant take me, hungry bitches cant break me
God you made me, but aint no man gone fade me
Got me deep in this game, some niggaz dont change
Have mercy on p, just tryin to have change
In my pockets Im knockin, the feds cant stop me
Most hoes they jock me, I got knots in my pockets
Caviar and bitches, 6-4 and switches
Champagne and riches, but cooking keys in kitchens
Mansions with marble floors, knocking off chocolate hoes
Boots with ignition, ferraris and drop rolls
I live with killers, dealers and tru niggaz
No limit guerrilas, mercenary killers
Beats by the pound, haters get clowned
Gone worldwide, but true to the underground

(p and silkk)
Blow coheva blunts, keep em rollin up
Got your bitch fiening bro, p meaning what

(chorus 8x)

(master p verse 2)
I scream with riches, tag teaming with bitches
96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished
97 went platinum, now they screaming no limit
Tru niggaz dont fall off this only the beginning

(p and silkk)
Coming up for what, making hella bucks
Niggaz getting bumped or what, counting cash up
Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up no cut
But yall couldnt fuck with us, yall couldnt fuck with us

(master p)
Swingin like titanic, niggaz see us and panic
After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy
Yall couldnt fuck with killers, they call us dealers
Niggaz livin for scrilla, banking with peelas

(p and silkk)
Army fatigues, niggaz straight like gs
Livin like soldiers with gs, soldiers at ease
Slangin fuckin tapes like keys, swang em just like keys
From richmond to new orleans, we be ballin
Keep them bitches down on they knees, keep em on they knees
Got them smokin on our weed, but not for free

(chorus 8x)

(silkk)
Yall live for bitches and blunts
I live for weed to make money
Man I want so much cash when I wake up in the mornin
I cant even much count it
Silkk the shocker, or should I say
The black frank nitty see,
Ozs to make gs
The mayor gave me and p keys to the city
Livin an american dream
5 karats on my pinky ring
Ladies wanna make love to me
Niggaz wanna look at me all mean
But its aaight cause you still wonder
I dont want your old lady
But she still flip me the number, I wish shed flip me some money
See um, its aight to have cash and thangs
Ghetto millionares to live fashion man
600 we gonna be smashin man
But since I cant spend no bitches
So I need some cash and thangs

(chorus)