Master P lyrics

(f*ck the fire, we got grease)

[Verse 1: YN Jay]

Uh

Uh, uh uh

Uh, I'on sell dope no more, don't push up, I don't got the- pass the-
I'on sell dope no more, don't point nun', ain't no ah-ah-ah
I'on sell dope no more, don't wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow-wow
I'on sell dope no more, I'on make no plays, I'll ride right past the east
Ain't no cap, my n*gga, you won't blow yo' gun, you might as well pass the heat
Had a whole line locked up, sale on my truck, I feel like Master P
I remember I fell down, now I got back up, prolly why they mad at me
I was only twelve years old, walked up to a body, I- psh-, that's high to see
I was only twеlve years old, walked up on a body, sh*t-sh-, I had to see
I was only twеlve years old when I put my arm and a wrist and I had to twist
I'on e'en trip on a hoe that n*gga been had, n*gga, n*gga been had the b*tch, ahh
I could put a b*tch out 'cause she ain't havin', b*tch keep actin' cheap
I'm finna *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*, I'm stabbin' cheeks
I got a watch on my wrist, got a chain on my neck, I got a grill in my mouth
We ain't e'en fell in love, b*tch, I'on love you, what the f*ck is the feelings about?
My b*tch mad at me, but she won't walk off, the b*tch still stay in the house
Hold on, I felt 'round but I gotta switch up 'cause a n*gga got hidden hate
I seen sh*t as a kid, I seen n*ggas die, seen n*ggas get hit in the face
I put the foot on the table if somebody stealin', I got a missin' plate
I just took off on the boys in the Hellcat, I got a missin' plate
b*tch wanna go out to eat at a five-star restaurant, I just missed the date
n*gga tried to give me a handshake but it wasn't real, you know I can feel the hate
Knew a n*gga died soon as the bullet hit him, he ain't feel a K
Told my b*tch if you ain't cookin' like Kya, I gotta put you out
I had a b*tch while she bent over on the bed, she in a whoopin' style
Told a b*tch come make me some good ass breakfast, I like yo' cookin' style
Put so much di*k in this freak b*tch, like she have a baby, she pushin' it out
n*gga, if ain't nobody dead yet, what is the beef about?
Malcolm X, I got a K at the window, I'm just peekin' out
Beta status said I want some possum, brodie brought pecan out
I made twenty racks, four-five o'clock, I'on e'en leave the house
n*gga keep playin', he gon' end up on the news, that's what they gon' read about
It's a hunnid million on the floor, why the f*ck would I leave you out?
Ay, I'mma tell you like a n*gga told me: You better go get you some money
They thought he was gon' live 'til ninety-nine, he got hit with a hunnid
I got a bad ass b*tch, five million up, but I treat that b*tch like nothin'
Walked outside and I felt raindrops, I know the thunder comin'
I got a bad ass b*tch I be laid up with, she call me her thunder buddy
I got a peanutbutter-chocolate b*tch, I call her my Nutty Buddy
n*gga, that is not yo' dogsh*t, you flexin' yo' brother money
Spent a hunnid thousand this month, n*gga that sh*t ain't nothin'
I be throwin' paper in the air, n*gga, I juggle money
I'on e'en know how to say this sh*t, bro, the b*tch ain't fine, but the b*tch ain't ugly
[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung Og]

Yuh

The b*tch ain't fine, but she love me
Twenty racks pokin' out these pockets, I need another one
I need some other ones
I need eight pockets
My judge told me to stay on point 'cause they gon' stay watchin'
n*gga, I put this Louis sh*t on like it ain't a problem
I ain't no rookie, I ain't never bought two pints in a baby bottle
Like, where the sealed pint?
Like, how the f*ck he die, get shot, then get killed twice?
I got this sh*t from Wafi, boy, this real ice
I scraped it out the bottom, band for band, you gotta deal twice
I can promise you, you try the Yung OG, then you will die
b*tch, I'm real high
My b*tch real fly
Botega boots with a hat that cost twenty five
My family member did some bullsh*t and then my cousin died
High off pills, throw some water on me, I'mma come alive
Like Baby Ju, damn, he wanna come outside
He hit this block runnin' at the mouth, they headed to his ride
I'm from the trenches, n*gga, it get dangerous when it's cold outside
I'm Traxxin' n*ggas down and Trackhawkin', it was snow outside
I got a other side
This my other side
A n*gga tried the gang, then his brother died
From 14, this b*tch isn't e'en gon change, she a butterfly
From a caterpillar
I'on trust sh*t, I'll be around and wack my sister
I was in the feds payin' ten dollars for a pack of Skittles
I'm a rich n*gga, I brought Yavo with me
He had two fine hoes that want action to me
Need to count a half a ticket, that'll make me horny
You was sayin' some real sh*t, but say it in the morning
I got rich, me and lil' Tay, wasn't gon' play informants
Told her, "'Ight, I gotta go count this dogsh*t," She gon' say I'm boring
There's some dogsh*t on the floor, bae, here's some paper for you
The IRS just gave me an extension, they sent a paper to me
Finna come up with a non-profit, tryna save my money
I put that sh*t inside Chase Bank, bro, that ain't my money
I ain't trippin', 'cause as soon my feet on land, I'm gon' make some money
On the first day, on the second day, on the third day, that wasn't the worst day
I made my money then a first day
The sixth day, I'm comin' out with bird play