Weed and Money

[Intro] 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 (what you tryna say) Understand what I'm sayin', nigga you feel me Y'all Captain Kirk ass niggas ain't gonna survive In this 97 space age hustle (So what you sayin') [Hook x8] Ya'll live for bitches and blunts We live for weed and money [Verse 1] I stack green 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 ya maybe, but ain't no man gone fade me Got me deep in this game, some niggas don't change Have mercy on P, just tryna 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 cookin' keys in kitchens Mansions with marble floors, knockin' off chocolate hoes Poots with initials, Ferraris and drop Rolls I live with killers, dealers, and TRU niggas No Limit guerrillas, mercenary killers Beat's by the Pound, haters get clowned Gone worldwide, but true to the underground [Master P and Silkk] Blow Cohiba blunts, keep e'm rollin' up Got your bitch fiending bro, P meaning what [Hook] [Verse 2] I scream "the richest", tag teamin' with bitches '96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished '97 went platinum, now they screaming NO LIMIT TRU niggas don't fall off this only the beginning [Master P and Silkk] Coming up for what, making hella bucks Niggas getting bumped or what, counting cash up Got this game sewed up, niggas straight up no cut But y'all couldn't fuck with us, y'all couldn't fuck with us [Master P] Swingin' like Titanic, niggas see us and panic After big bucks no wammies, on our way to the grammy Ya'll couldn't fuck with killers, they call us dealers Niggas livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas [Master P and Silkk] Army fatigues, niggas straight like g's Livin' like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease Slangin' fuckin' tapes like keys, slang '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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker] Y'all 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 Nitti 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, niggas 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 millionaires to live flashy man 600 we gonna be smashin' man But since I can't spend no bitches So I need some cash and thangs [Hook]