Dope, pus*y, & Money lyrics

[Big Ed]
Yo P man I can't find these f*ckin' cards and sh*t man
I'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up

[Master P]
Damn see man what's wrong with you
You been smokin' dank or somethin'

[Big Ed]
Man I don't know man I was trippin' and sh*t

[Master P]
Come on man let's do this sh*t right
Man get it done man

[Big Ed]
sh*t let me see, let me try this
Yeah there they go
Alright P man kick that sh*t for me G

[Master P]
Jump in the Cougar to the dank spot
Beeper rangin' cause a n*gga sellin' fat rocks
Now the worst started shiftin'
I'm like the goddamn pizza man you know I'm f*ckin' de-liverin'
Pick up and drop off, 20's and 50's
Anything to get these goddamn things off
Now I'm cold chillin' on the dope spot
Put the dope in my nuts, here come the f*ckin' cops
Now I'm like runnin', the cops said freeze
Not me I'm tryin' to check my f*ckin' money
To see if it's marked, damn
5 minutes later I'm in a police car
But I just laugh like it's funny
Cause I'll be out tomorrow
Dope, pus*y, & Money
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Indo
Piece of pus*y
I can feel y'all

[Master P]
My hand on my di*k like a bounty
Just did 3 f*ckin' days in the County
p*ssed off, mad as f*ck
Picked up my mobile phone to try to get a f*ckin' nut
She said I'll be over in a minute
I said hurry up b*tch I gotta go up in it
She knocked on my door lookin' hella sweet
A long trench coat and some goddamn drawers G
She grabbed my di*k and started suckin'
I flipped the b*tch on her back, my nuts c*mmin'
Now I'm cold smilin' like a big wheel
Thinkin' 'bout the n*ggas that are still back in jail
Now that I'm out I think it's funny
Cause it's all about the Dope, pus*y, & Money

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n*ggas stuck and I'm thinkin' about gamblin'
Serve a n*gga somethin' quick, let's handle this
We dove 4 deep in a Benz
2 Columbians, we met him and his friends
Now I'm gettin' ??? at n*ggas back
I'm thinkin' about the time they tried to jack
One n*gga got out the car howlin'
I got 4 ki's, I said n*gga where's the ???
I ran to the car with my Oozi
Grabbed the dope and the money, started shootin'
Hit the gas, mashed and made it home
Tripped when I cut the goddamn TV on
2 Columbians dead in a dope deal
No evidence but the motherf*ckers got they cap peeled
Somebody gotta die, you think it's funny
That's how it is when your livin' for the Dope, pus*y, & Money
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