Master P - Weed And Money lyrics

-check this out -you a playa if you got b**hes and blunts in your house, right? (right right) -but you a motherf**in' tru g, If you get the muffins and she pay for the trees -understand what i'm sayin', n***a you feel me? -ya'll captain kirk a** n***az ain't gonna survive In this 97 space age hustle (so what you sayin'?) (chorus) Ya'll live for b**hes 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 b**hes can't break me God you made me, but ain't no man gone fade me Got me deep in this game, some n***az 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 b**hes, 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 k**ers, dealers and tru n***az No limit guerrilas, mercenary k**ers 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 b**h fiening bro, p meaning what (chorus 8x) (master p verse 2) I scream with riches, tag teaming with b**hes 96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished 97 went platinum, now they screaming no limit Tru n***az don't fall off this only the beginning (p and silkk) Coming up for what, making hella bucks n***az getting bumped or what, counting cash up Got this game sewed up, n***az straight up no cut But ya'll couldn't f** with us, ya'll couldn't f** with us (master p) Swingin' like titanic, n***az see us and panic After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy Ya'll couldn't f** with k**ers, they call us dealers n***az livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas (p and silkk) Army fatigues, n***az straight like g's Livin' like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease Slangin' f**in' tapes like keys, swang 'em just like keys From richmond to new orleans, we be ballin' Keep them b**hes 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 b**hes 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 n***az 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 b**hes So i need some cash and thangs (chorus)