Lyrics:
my p's q's in my jeans
G-g-gee-whizz, my rides like superhero
Four five ceelo, look how good I reload
Right back at you, abide by the g-code
Click
[Intro: Jim Jones]
R.I.P Big
We some niggaz that's gonna make you proud of this game
Smell me? (Jones, Capo)
Cash Money (Santana)
Dipset (Lil Weezy)
On a six-shooter holster
With D-P-G on every wanted poster (D-P-G)
Let me think about which bank to gank (about what? Uh huh)
Which fella to shoot and which
You better count your money.
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
You better count your money.
You better count money
wanna make my family proud
So if you hear my ting tun it up loud
I might pull up in a ski mask
Pull up in a black car four man G’d up
Everyone knows who
to the toe
Name the strip club, I throw it
Hittin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T.
Smashin' that throat, she a G.O.A.T.
Feelin' like an igloo now
Goons
don't, I don't, I don't
That's how it is for me 'cause I live a boss' life
Now this is for the B's and the C's, and the D's and the H's
And the G's puttin'
a young black boy who got No dough
Living with my parent no Friends oh no
I ain't going to be watching p o No
I don't wanna attract g o no
By this time
Not
[Chorus--Master P x4]
I wonder when my homies ride
Cuz when I'm gone ain't no time tah shed tears and cry
[Master P]
Uggggh
Made money from cane,
the best
This my life
The path that i choice
Y'all niggas can test
My powers arouse
My demons be holding
I feel like a ghost
4 4 8
Ya we got them fucking p's
slip away through an I.V
We out in Cali, P and Game straight blow that bitch up
We out in New York, P and Game we blow that bitch up
You can't stop
L-O-V-E-D, cut poison like B-E-D
Four dimes like D-V-D, from Yonkers to C-P-T
Got my G-E-D in the county, runnin from T-N-T
The pussy free but the crack
Money is power rather die like a soldier than
Live my life as a coward
How many players spit the real hits?
How many ballers you know that you makin'
our life, nigga (drop his ass)
I just had a son, I just had a cub (my baby)
What's even better is he by somebody that I love (my baby)
My real
How can he kill me? I'm suicidal
I'll take my own life before I let a rival
Hand on the bible
P won't be standing in the final
What'd you think
I would
just the gangsta life we live
Why oh why, why oh why, why oh why
It's only for the money
Do we live in dangerous lives?
It's only for the money
It's
a nigga you love?"
Well I want you to know how I
Feel since I'm in that position
I feel like Nino Brown, nigga
Minus all of the snitching g money
We
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
P’s up! G’s up! You know we keep it royal
So loyal, whole hood love the lil boy
I can see the key piece deep within the void
Get the bag or die
through its a P thing yeah yeah
Its P thing a P thing
Im cruising downtown south side
Breaking a bitch twenty four grind time
Making a grip they got
was real cold
And lonely my daddy been gone since 4
Money money money money all
That I really seen
Niggas out here sellin' tabs, sellin' bars
Sellin'
Now i ain't seeing any cells
You can know a man for
Life that don't mean shit
Money change a na you'll see
A pound for greedest you can fk with a bh
She
said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better
Know it’s money making season
I book a flight to New York for no
never be me
(So)
In spite of all that shade, I'm still Pastor P
(Jesus)
I refuse to be defined by toxic energy
(Ya dig)
Black family of five, leader,
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