歌曲下载：P*ssy Money Weed

All I think about is life, nights, sippin’ on Sprite
Little codeine, n-gga get dough right
Two blonde dikes wanna kiss all night
I just pray to God that the sh-t go right
Little ugness in the fist, don’t fight
f-ck a dog hoe and the b-tch gon’ bite
A$AP n-gga, sip Cris’ all night
So them R Kelly hoes gettin’ pissed on twice
Damn, how a young n-gga get so nice
Young n-gga cold like he sittin’ on ice
f-ck broke, tryin’ to be rich all life
I could’ve been a criminal and just rolled dice
My nuts hangin’, my top back
Hoes screamin’ that pop back
Grown west side, bandana side
A$AP life, gotta pop tags
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all in my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my b-tch white, but my cock black
Purple drink, got that
Tell these hoes all to twerk somethin’
Bounce on me, b-tch, hurt somethin’
Tell her pop that p-ssy like it’s worth somethin’
So shawty, she a stunna and daddy, he a runna
Be that pretty mothaf-cka, you could call me what you wanna
Cause I’m in love with that ass, she in love with the cash
So she shakin’ it fast and then makin’ the stacks
And I’m takin’ it back and I’m takin’ her back
To the house just to bust in her mouth and I’m kickin’ her out

[Hook]
I don’t need you around
Take a ride to make
Oh no no no, oh no no no
So I say p-ssy, money, weed (Yeah)
p-ssy, money, weed (Yea-yeah)
p-ssy, money, weed (Yeah)
That’s all a n-gga need (Yea-yeah)

Smoking out, pouring up
Purple drink up in my cup
b-tches actin’ Hollywood
But in my hood they wanna f-ck
Purple stuff, yellow tusk
Yellow stuff look like a bust
She look like the type to front
But most likely the type to f-ck
Make a buck, catch a nut
This sh-t be that trill livin’
Show you how the trill get it
n-gga, Pimp C gone, but he still livin’
Cause I’m still sippin’ and my grill’s glistenin’
Got me gold grills, shinin’ and I’m still tippin’
Cause I’m still pimpin’, but it feel different
Cause it’s trill pimpin’, n-gga deal with it
That’s all a n-gga need, that’s all a n-gga need
Got a b-tch up on my shoulder, got another on my sleeve
I said these b-tches know my steeze
WV’s, weak in the knees
Got them b-tches movin’ them keys
Rollin’ the weed, duckin’ them G’s
Got a bad b-tch from Belize, another overseas
If she don’t wear no weave, then her hair down to her knees
Got my wifeys smokin’ trees, my bad b-tch on that E
But that p-ssy, money, weed, sh-t that’s all a n-gga need

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