Weed and Money Lyrics by Master P

Weed and Money Lyrics

    -Check this out
    -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 I'm sayin', nigga you feel me?
    -Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
    in this 97 space age hustle
    (so what you sayin'?)

    (Chorus)

    Ya'll 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 g's
    Sell cream to fiends
    And roll with beams
    Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me
    God you made me, but ain't no man gone fade me
    Got me deep in this game, some niggaz don't change
    Have mercy on P, just tryin' to have change
    In my pockets I'm knockin', the feds can't 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
    Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned
    Gone worldwide, but true to the underground

    (P and Silkk)
    Blow coheva blunts, keep e'm 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 don't 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 ya'll couldn't fuck with us, ya'll couldn't fuck with us

    (Master P)
    Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us and panic
    After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy
    Ya'll couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers
    Niggaz livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas

    (P and Silkk)
    Army fatigues, niggaz straight like g's
    Livin' like soldiers with g's, 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)
    Ya'll 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 can't even much count it
    Silkk the Shocker, or should I say
    The black Frank Nitty see,
    Oz's to make g's
    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 it's aaight cause you still wonder
    I don't want your old lady
    But she still flip me the number, I wish she'd flip me some money
    See um, it's aight to have cash and thangs
    Ghetto millionares to live fashion man
    600 we gonna be smashin' man
    But since I can't spend no bitches
    So I need some cash and thangs

    (Chorus)

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