Joey Galaxy - Master P lyrics

(Intro) Yeah, Young Ca$h AKA Joey Galaxy Yeah, P wuddup? Win Squad Yeah, Volcanic, yeah (Hook) I’m on my Master P sh**, damn by the by Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us Bricks in the home or on the highway Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about 9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it 9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it (Verse) When I jumped off that porch I had dreams of money making Keys fresh off the boat, I’m tired of seeing my mama slave Lights red and card notes Got a n***a out here paper chasin But I’m gon always eat dough None of these people can free base me Loud pipe from LA, my blood n***as in the next day sh** here my driveway and it’s all go by the next day I am a young general, money comin in plentiful And I’m just getting started b**h, nowhere near my peticle We keep cutters on standby Cuz always one n***a wanna try Never seen a man cry til I seen a man die We in the hood like burger bars n***as are catchin murder charge Flee the city for a couple weeks To get right back in the hood selling hard We bout it (Hook) I’m on my Master P sh**, damn by the by Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us Bricks in the home or on the highway Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about 9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it 9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it (Verse) b**h I’m bout it bout it, slidin round and chop about me n***a sweet like 30 flavors at the baskin robins Let’s hop off to guinee, that’s where I’m ridin careless I keep that zulu maneuver, do em like Paul Marlo Bust a n***a who runnin up, hit that and I load it up If a n***a want that beef boy that full fire get destroyed Two 4’s on that new toy and that clutch jerked like Newports Real n***a, no flaw ball, bad b**h on my polo Speechless n***a don’t do yall See my kind don’t do law Ace Hood in this sh**hole, p**y n***a you a rook Paul I’m bout it bout it, nothing modest, I’m bout the profit Gotta get them dollars, they forgot that I was a problem (Hook) I’m on my Master P sh**, damn by the by Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us Bricks in the home or on the highway Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about 9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it 9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it (Verse) I’m worldwide but it’s G sh** Startin off with that P sh** Mood on me, that Young Jeezy and I’m on to that me sh** Fed time, I did that Big licks, I hit that Took yo hoe, f**ed yo hoe, now you can have yo b**h back Cross me, no switchback (I’m gunnin for you, n***a) This choppa here got a scope on it (wutchu want it for my n***a?) I hope them boys got knocked off, sh** something’s gotta happen If you got the plug then step up it’s soulja’s turn to captain Let’s get it homie, getting stones in my Range Rover You can ask for ounce, I sell em hoes til the game’s over Been to prison once, I feel like 4-leaf clovers And I don’t front family or friends, they’ll f** you over (Hook) I’m on my Master P sh**, damn by the by Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us Bricks in the home or on the highway Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about 9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it 9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it