Lyrics:
LET THE KING TALK
GO MODE
(GO MODE)
GETTING THE P’s BY THE BOAT LOAD
(BOAT LOAD)
SURROUNDED BY GREEN LIKE A GOLF BALL
(GOLF BALL)
MOTIVATED BY
LET THE KING TALK (huh)
GO MODE
(GO MODE)
GETTING THE P’s BY THE BOAT LOAD
(BOAT LOAD)
SURROUNDED BY GREEN LIKE A GOLF BALL
(GOLF BALL)
MOTIVATED
to please, please, please
Money makes my wheels move
T.I.P.S., T.I.P.S
To ensure proper service
T.I.P.S., T.I.P.S.
Givin' you my best service
I work so hard,
Yeah i'm on some real heavy type
thug therapy type shit
bonafide ready to ride with my real ones you feel me
my nigga dub c
we bonafide true
and on top of that I'm dog nice
Jigga been cold as fuck before ice
Not before Christ, but a long fuckin' time
Get your mind right niggas
N.Y.M.P
people want it all
Some people ain't livin' life right
But fast money make God call
I'm prayin' to the angels, but worship the devils
Yeah a nigga
'n roll
I never gave a damn, my juice gonna slam
I'm at I.H.o.p. Eatin some breakfast and some yams
My partna Scott chillin at the mutha fuckin crib
the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you're looking for that, holla at your boy
I'm a m-m-mack, mack a p-p
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
smoked out, I'm by myself
Bithc, I'm a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It's Young Money or it's take money
Long hair don't care, call me jake sully
closer
Money on my mind, p-ssy on my radar
Bitch I'm getting paid, I'm on my Bernie Madoff
Money talks, bullshit walks, cut the legs off
Aim at your
hoe, hunnid racks on my jeans
That's my hoe, my ice filled with P's
That's my hoe, that's my coupe, European
No, I don't want you to leave
California
the crack, one rollin' the blunt
You get pussy and ass from a beautiful broad
If you're looking for that, holla at your boy
I'm a m-m-mack, mack a p-p
I am a S-I-M-P
Spending money and I still feel empty
Say you love me 'til my pocket's emptied
Why would you do that?
Why would you let me?
Shop,
motherfucker get a fix
Got money out the ass, no homo but I'm rich
Bout to go get surgery and put some diamonds on my wrist YES
Yep, I'm a motherfucking trip
Copperfield with two p's
This is David Coperfield with one p
By Edmund Wells
(David Coperfield with one p?)
Yes, I should have said
(Well, in that case, we
know I pull the strap out
You say you getting money lil nigga bring a bag out
Thinking I'm a dummy lil nigga Imma crash out
You aint never seen 100 p's
what you sayin'?)
(Chorus)
Ya'll live for bitches and blunts
We live for weed and money
(repeat 8x)
(Master P verse 1)
I stack greens like cheese
Soldiers
still ain't finish fuckin busting
(Master P)
Won't leave no witneses to talk about it
Mr. Serv-On got life insurance
and i'm
I'm the hustler on the block
With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped, what
[Chorus]
You're dealin' with the ghost
Kreme's, woah
We did so much for them P's
So much for them P's
Never sell my soul, I'd just sell my green
Money hit my phone anytime I need
Baby I'm busy I'm
Say mayne, I had this pussy ass nigga come up to me the other day
You know what I'm sayin'?
Talkin' 'bout "say Bun B
Bun B you gon' rep for P
ya money duffle bag boy
So gon and get ya money duffle bag boy
I was always just selling ounces and selling p’s
And then they tried to move me off
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