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- Poole
- Raymond / Poole
- Raymond / Miller
- V. N / Miller
- P. N
 
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Master P - Weed And Money lyrics
Check this out, you a playa if you got bitches and blunts
 In your house, right? But you a motherfuckin' tru G
 If you get the muffins an' she pay for the trees
 You understand what I'm sayin', nigga, you feel me?
 Y'all Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain't gonna survive
 In this '97 space age hustle, so what you sayin'?
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 I stack greens like cheese, smoke weed with Gs
 Sell cream to fiends an' roll with beams
 Playa haters can't take me, hungry bitches can't break me
 God, You made me but ain't no man gon' 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 an' bitches, 6 4 an' switches
 Champagne an' riches but cookin' ki's in kitchens
 Mansions with marble floors, knockin' off chocolate hoes
 Boots with ignition, Ferraris an' drop rolls
 I live with killers, dealers an' tru niggaz
 No Limit guerrillas, mercenary killers
 Beat's by the pound, haters get clowned
 Gone worldwide but true to the underground
 Blow coheva blunts, keep 'em rollin' up
 Got your bitch fienin' bro, P meanin' what?
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 I scream with riches, tag teamin' with bitches
 '96 we went gold, haters thought we was finishedMaster P - Weed And Money - http://motolyrics.com/master-p/weed-and-money-lyrics.html
 '97 went platinum, now they screamin' "'No Limit'"
 Tru niggaz don't fall off, this only the beginnin'
 Comin' up for what? Makin' hella bucks
 Niggaz gettin' bumped or what? Countin' cash up
 Got this game sewed up, niggaz straight up, no cut
 But y'all couldn't fuck with us, y'all couldn't fuck with us
 Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us an' panic
 After big bucks no whammy, on our way to the Grammy
 Y'all couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers
 Niggaz livin' for scrilla, bankin' with peelas
 Army fatigues, niggaz straight like Gs
 Livin' like soldiers with Gs, soldiers at ease
 Slangin', fuckin' tapes like ki's, swang 'em just like ki's
 From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin'
 Keep your bitches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
 Got them smokin' on our weed, guess what? But not for free
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' 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 Gs
 The mayor gave me an' P keys to the city
 Livin' the American Dream
 5 karats on my pinky ring
 Ladies wanna make love to me
 Niggaz wanna look at me all mean
 But it's alright '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 alright to have cash an' thangs
 Ghetto millionaires, to live fashion, man
 600 we gonna be smashin', man
 But since I can't spend no bitches
 So I need some cash an' thangs
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money
 Y'all live for bitches an' blunts
 We live for weed & money








