Lyrics:
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
kiss rings when you meet us
P. Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the Brook'
Matty broke the neck of your coke
the money, still fuckin fed up!
Yeah I'm really fed up
Girls want me but I'm still fed up
Stacking bare p but im still fed up
Know she into me but im still
At the same fucking time, ignorant ass motherfucker, I'm glad he gone
[Master P:] So you don't think that yo, pussy be like,
yankin niggas know what I'm saying?
cause it ain't been hidden
By the work and the money I'm driven
Thank God for the likkle
Talent I've been given
Spent all of my life on land
That's why I
god, shut the fuck up)
Catch me with Scott makin' twelve an hour
Stand on my money like I'm on a tower
I got talent and skills, bloom like a flower
It's
of yall gone leave with me
I can't keep you round no, I know that you for the streets
I'm with gang, so bring ya girls, you know we flip em by the 3
Lil hoe
bitty
I'm fucking you now
I'm seeing you later cause money is major
Been seeing this shit ever since Pager
Mosher Street made a n***a a player
Block
started takin it off
Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off
Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists
I told her "Wait, it don't stop, keep
flow.
I take my city everywhere that I go!
I’m from the L-O-N-G-B-E-A-C-H
C-I-T-Y See I, got a paper chase.
City by the sea, it’s the 562.
That’s
the saying, scared money don't make no money
I like my bitches with locs (you think i'm loud, and ratchet)
No days off
Yes bitch, work
Don't - don't hurt em,
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
and Hamm'
Er, Murder the streets I'm a wanted man
(But the flow's like dope) So it's on again
Started with the block, hit it brick by brick
Then I charted
[Master P]
Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon)
I'm at the bar
I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh)
[Chorus One 2X: Weebie]
I like it when she shakes it
Aww, shit, fuck
It's a brand new day in the hood
It's money to make, and I'm doin' bad and it ain't lookin' good
It's all about
now I gotta make this quota
It's like time running out
I'm losing way to many soilders
I got p's in my trap
Right now I can not loose focus
I got keys
Don Coreleone pimping hoes from my realm
Mesmerized by the words that's coming out my mouth
So I'm flushing money quickly out these bitches' bank
I put the G into the grind
An my T's one of a kind
That's why I'm leaving them behind
Make the P then multiply
An I keep it by my side
Just to gimme
I'll shoot your black ass!
I'm a magnet to money, the paper is where I'm at
They attracted to me, they treat me like Pimp C.
I'm a P-I-M-P yo chick
got it from us
I'm with my gang and my niggas go nuts
You talkin' money, best believe I show up
And all the real niggas know us
Bitch I'm ballin',
speak
see I'm too deep to change, everybody know my name
I guess I gotta charge it 2 da game
[Chorus]
[Verse 2: Master P]
UGHHH! Green money, I like
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me before I sell my soul
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been a hoe, bury me
think I'm crazy (I'm crazy?)
Fi-fi-fifteen hundred on some shoes I wore for one occasion (Once)
Racin' to the money, could have drove a Talladega (zoom)
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