I Miss That (Get my money right) lyrics

[Intro]

And we don't stop my n*gga
I'm like Donald Trump n*gga
Blow it all, come back and get it again you feel me?

Let me tell em, I said

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Ricky had an ounce of crack
Turned that to a whole joint
Then he got that nina and he turned that to a whole point
Me i break them pounds down
Never got that brown brown
Take it to my homie crib and then i break it down down
Used to flood this whole sh*t, just like a surround sound
... for stack we used to going pound pound
Just to get a whole one, cop it he gonna throw one
Omelly in the kitchen whipping white until his nose run
Then I met my n*gga Meek, hit me with that trick or treat
Took it to the south side and I was right back in a week
Fresh from out a jail cell, right back out there in the streets
Yeah I was out on bail but now it's time to pay these lawyers fees
30 charges pending and the cops can come to quote on me
PD ain't gon' do sh*t but just sit me in that court and plea
And I ain't trying cop out, looking for a knock out
High school I dropped out, so I can sling that rock out
[Hook: Master P x2]
Uh, I'm a hustlin n*gga all night
Till I get my f*cking paper right
Pass the ball, that's a alley-oop
80 pounds that's a Bentley coupe X 2

[Verse 2: Master P]
Uh, I'm on my grind and I don't sleep
Don't f*ck with you haters, not the police
n*gga client trying to give me for a half a key
I got my young n*ggas that'll put ya ass right to sleep
This ain't a sport boy, I'm Pistol Pete
Dribble that ball thru the hood they call me CP3
I did it once now I'm back b*tch look at me
Don't live forever mu'f*cker and we in the streets

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3 Bengie B]
Born out that south side
Ride or die we shoot to kill
Wake up in the morning real
Grab my keys and shine my grill
Used to be broke, now my status on heavy weight
Passing through my hood I'm good
I told you I'm gonna get that cake
Errybody notice me, you can even quote me
I'ma chase that money, get that money, yeah I'm floating
Put my whole team on, we rocking stupid stones
Right back to the block cause my hustler game strong
Unanimous decision I don't see no competition
We beat them to submission, cooking work in gramas kitchen
I'm the bread winner, and I just ate and still I'm hungry
Hungry for that money, with my n*ggas I'm 100
I'm thuggin, till the death of me
Feed me weed and Hennesey
Out here where these killas be I'm Bengie B don't f*ck with me
Black cold paint job, I did it for my hellya
Gotta get that money, so much money, boy I tell ya
[Hook x2]

[Verse 4: Miss Chee & T.E.C]
OK,I'm ripping, flipping, chickens with the pot until its all bad
Hands for that pound fear n*gga we ain't playing fair
I play this game for keeps, big bad wolf, so you sheeps
Bout my paper, I'm a beast ima show up were you sleep
Dressed in all black with the beam all out of focus
Take ya head up of ya shoulders ain't no simple way should know this
n*gga it's open season, I hit the block running I'm a husling motha f*cka u ain't taking nothing from me Get money
I had to grind, n*ggas got tired of being broke
When all I see is poverty, plus the economy so low
Like f*ck a job I supply the ... cause you fighting for the ...
Go for 23 5 you want it then come and purchase
Me and my n*ggas in the kitchen we flip mo chickens then church
Dont ask me to put you on, you weren't here with me when I was hurting
b*tch i got it on my own from selling work to the verses

[Hook x4]

[Outro: Master P]
Uh, thats a bentley Coupe n*gga
Just remember my broke is your rich n*gga
Never count us out
Real street n*ggas real street sh*t
We back in this b*tch