Weed and Money lyrics

[Intro]
Check this out
You a playa if you got b*tches and blunts in your house, right
(Right, right)
But you a motherf*ckin' TRU G
If you get the muffins and she pay for the trees (what you tryna say)
Understand what I'm sayin', n*gga you feel me
Y'all Captain Kirk ass n*ggas ain't gonna survive
In this 97 space age hustle
(So what you sayin')

[Chorus]
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
[Verse 1: Master P]
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 b*tches can't break me
God ya made me, but ain't no man gone fade me
Got me deep in this game, some n*ggas 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 b*tches, 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 n*ggas
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 b*tch fiending bro, P meaning what

[Chorus]
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
[Verse 2: Master P]
I scream "the richest", tag teamin' with b*tches
'96 we went gold, haters thought we was finished
'97 went platinum, now they screaming NO LIMIT
TRU n*ggas don't fall off this only the beginning

[Master P and Silkk]
Coming up for what, making hella bucks
n*ggas getting bumped or what, counting cash up
Got this game sewed up, n*ggas straight up no cut
But y'all couldn't f*ck with us, y'all couldn't f*ck with us

[Master P]
Swingin' like Titanic, n*ggas see us and panic
After big bucks no wammies, on our way to the grammy
Ya'll couldn't f*ck with killers, they call us dealers
n*ggas livin' for scrilla, banking with peelas

[Master P and Silkk]
Army fatigues, n*ggas straight like g's
Livin' like soldiers with g's, soldiers at ease
Slangin' f*ckin' tapes like keys, slang 'em just like keys
From Richmond to New Orleans, we be ballin'
Keep them b*tches down on they knees, keep 'em on they knees
Got them smokin' on our weed, but not for free
[Chorus]
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money

[Verse 3: Silkk the Shocker]
Y'all live for b*tches 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, n*ggas 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 slip 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 b*tches
So I need some cash and thangs

[Chorus]
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money
Ya'll live for b*tches and blunts
We live for weed and money