Tec - I Miss That (Get my money right) lyrics

[Intro] And we don't stop my n***a I'm like Donald Trump n***a Blow it all, come back and get it again you feel me? Let me tell em, I said [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Ricky had an ounce of crack Turned that to a whole joint Then he got that nina and he turned that to a whole point Me i break them pounds down Never got that brown brown Take it to my homie crib and then i break it down down Used to flood this whole sh**, just like a surround sound ... for stack we used to going pound pound Just to get a whole one, cop it he gonna throw one Omelly in the kitchen whipping white until his nose run Then I met my n***a Meek, hit me with that trick or treat Took it to the south side and I was right back in a week Fresh from out a jail cell, right back out there in the streets Yeah I was out on bail but now it's time to pay these lawyers fees 30 charges pending and the cops can come to quote on me PD ain't gon' do sh** but just sit me in that court and plea And I ain't trying cop out, looking for a knock out High school I dropped out, so I can sling that rock out [Hook: Master P x2] Uh, I'm a hustlin n***a all night Till I get my f**ing paper right Pa** the ball, that's a alley-oop 80 pounds that's a Bentley coupe X 2 [Verse 2: Master P] Uh, I'm on my grind and I don't sleep Don't f** with you haters, not the police n***a client trying to give me for a half a key I got my young n***as that'll put ya a** right to sleep This ain't a sport boy, I'm Pistol Pete Dribble that ball thru the hood they call me CP3 I did it once now I'm back b**h look at me Don't live forever mu'f**er and we in the streets [Hook x2] [Verse 3 Bengie B] Born out that south side Ride or die we shoot to k** Wake up in the morning real Grab my keys and shine my grill Used to be broke, now my status on heavy weight Pa**ing through my hood I'm good I told you I'm gonna get that cake Errybody notice me, you can even quote me I'ma chase that money, get that money, yeah I'm floating Put my whole team on, we rocking stupid stones Right back to the block cause my hustler game strong Unanimous decision I don't see no competition We beat them to submission, cooking work in gramas kitchen I'm the bread winner, and I just ate and still I'm hungry Hungry for that money, with my n***as I'm 100 I'm thuggin, till the d**h of me Feed me weed and Hennesey Out here where these k**as be I'm Bengie B don't f** with me Black cold paint job, I did it for my hellya Gotta get that money, so much money, boy I tell ya [Hook x2] [Verse 4: Miss Chee & T.E.C] OK,I'm ripping, flipping, chickens with the pot until its all bad Hands for that pound fear n***a we ain't playing fair I play this game for keeps, big bad wolf, so you sheeps Bout my paper, I'm a beast ima show up were you sleep Dressed in all black with the beam all out of focus Take ya head up of ya shoulders ain't no simple way should know this n***a it's open season, I hit the block running I'm a husling motha f**a u ain't taking nothing from me Get money I had to grind, n***as got tired of being broke When all I see is poverty, plus the economy so low Like f** a job I supply the ... cause you fighting for the ... Go for 23 5 you want it then come and purchase Me and my n***as in the kitchen we flip mo chickens then church Dont ask me to put you on, you weren't here with me when I was hurting b**h i got it on my own from selling work to the verses [Hook x4] [Outro: Master P] Uh, thats a bentley Coupe n***a Just remember my broke is your rich n***a Never count us out Real street n***as real street sh** We back in this b**h