PMW (All I Really Need) lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
All I think about is life, nights, sipping on Sprite
Little codeine, n*gga get throwed right
Two blonde dykes wanna kiss all night
I just pray to God that the sh*t go right
Little argument, and their fists don't fight
f*ck a dog ho and the b*tch gon' bite
A$AP n*gga, sip Cris all night
So them R. Kelly hoes getting p*ssed on twice
Damn, how a young n*gga get so nice?
Young n*gga cold like he sitting on ice
f*ck broke, tryna be rich all life
I coulda been a criminal and just rolled dice
My nuts hanging, my top back
Hoes screaming that Pac back
Throwing Westside, bandana tied
A$AP life, got a Pac tat
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all on my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my b*tch white but my c*ck black
Purple drink? Got that
Tell these hoes all to twerk something
Bounce on me b*tch, hurt something
Tell her pop that pus*y like it's worth something
So shorty, she a stunner and daddy, he a runner
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 shaking it fast and then making them stacks
And I'm taking it back and I'm taking her back
To the house just to bust in her mouth and I'm kicking her out
[Bridge]
How 'bout me and you and you and I
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

[Chorus]
So I say pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
That's all a n*gga need
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
That's all a n*gga need
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
That's all a n*gga need
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
That's all a n*gga need

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
It's A$AP Q, where the bread at?
f*ck around and bring the hush puppies back
She f*ck me and the homies, she was cool with that
The block hot so I'm shaded in my bucket hat
Pause a little bit, I gotta little advice
If you f*cked her once, then you could f*ck her twice
And don't get head from hoes with overbites
Just giving out game, n*gga show your right
Born stunna n*gga, turn night to bright
High as a kite in my Nike Flights
Made 30 Racks it was just a flight
Flew a b*tch out too, it was just a night
Shorty got the booty make a n*gga say, "Whoa"
Can I suck your titties, tryna see how far I can go
Try again and then again and she ain't telling me no
Sweetie tell me how you feeling, can I feel on you more?
She said, "I ain't f*cking for free," but ain't sh*t I can't afford
sh*t, I'll pay you for it, now bounce that ass on my bungee cord
Yeah, whoopsie daisy, put a good kid in your Section.80
Turn a baby into a lady, now here go the keys to my new Mercedes
Cause shawty she a stripper, all you got to do is tip her
She like ballers with some money screaming f*ck them other n*ggas
Now do A through Z for a G, panties go down to her feet
pus*y get wetter for me, smackin' that ass to the beat, give her that Diggity-D
[Bridge]
How 'bout me and you and you and I
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on

[Chorus]
So I say pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
That's all a n*gga need
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
That's all a n*gga need
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
That's all a n*gga need
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed
That's all a n*gga need
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