Letra Weed & Money de Master P original
-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 Im sayin, nigga you feel me? -yall captain kirk ass niggaz aint gonna survive In this 97 space age hustle (so what you sayin? ) (chorus) Yall 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 gs Sell cream to fiends And roll with beams Playa haters cant take me, hungry bitches cant break me God you made me, but aint no man gone fade me Got me deep in this game, some niggaz dont change Have mercy on p, just tryin to have change In my pockets Im knockin, the feds cant 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 Beats by the pound, haters get clowned Gone worldwide, but true to the underground (p and silkk) Blow coheva blunts, keep em 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 dont 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 yall couldnt fuck with us, yall couldnt fuck with us (master p) Swingin like titanic, niggaz see us and panic After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy Yall couldnt fuck with killers, they call us dealers Niggaz livin for scrilla, banking with peelas (p and silkk) Army fatigues, niggaz straight like gs Livin like soldiers with gs, 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) Yall 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 cant even much count it Silkk the shocker, or should I say The black frank nitty see, Ozs to make gs 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 its aaight cause you still wonder I dont want your old lady But she still flip me the number, I wish shed flip me some money See um, its aight to have cash and thangs Ghetto millionares to live fashion man 600 we gonna be smashin man But since I cant spend no bitches So I need some cash and thangs (chorus)