Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Weed & Money (Feat. Silkk The Shocker) , by - Master P. Release date: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Weed & Money (Feat. Silkk The Shocker) |
| -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 I’m sayin', nigga you feel me? |
| -Ya'll Captain Kirk ass niggaz ain’t gonna survive |
| in this 97 space age hustle |
| (so what you sayin'?) |
| Ya’ll live for bitches and blunts |
| We live for weed and money |
| 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 bitches can’t break me |
| God you made me, but ain’t no man gone 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 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 |
| Beat’s by the Pound, haters get clowned |
| Gone worldwide, but true to the underground |
| Blow coheva blunts, keep e’m rollin' up |
| Got your bitch fiening bro, P meaning what |
| 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 don’t fall off this only the beginning |
| 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 ya’ll couldn’t fuck with us, ya’ll couldn’t fuck with us |
| Swingin' like Titanic, niggaz see us and panic |
| After big bucks no whami, on our way to the grammy |
| Ya’ll couldn’t fuck with killers, they call us dealers |
| Niggaz livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas |
| Army fatigues, niggaz straight like g’s |
| Livin' like soldiers with g’s, 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 |
| Ya’ll 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 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 |
| Niggaz 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 bitches |
| So I need some cash and thangs |