pus*y Money Weed lyrics

by

Sean Paul


[Intro]
I love her like—
Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like—
Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like—
Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like—
Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like—

[Verse 1]
Oh, yes, I love her, like Egyptian
Want a description? Her body's sickening
I can be her prescription, I can be her physician
Sexual healing: I can be her religion
And now, she's kneeling, praying to the ceiling
I bless her as if she sneezed—must be the weather
I dress her: I am her sleeves, I am her feathers
She's fly—flyer than you, flyer than me
I love her; she loves me, too; I love her three times
More than her mom; time will tell that I'm the n*gga that
She should—we should be wherever she wanna be on a
Late night, midday, A.M., just say when
And I know I be with cavemen, but never mind them
She's "Poison," and I am Michael Bivins
See, I know that y'all don't hear me, but she does; we does
What grown folk do when they had too much to drink, and I think
We done had too much to drink, and
[Chorus]
(Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
(Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
(Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
(Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed

[Verse 2]
Oh, yes, I love her like I ought to
I see you at the altar, Mrs. Carter
I see you with my daughter, or son—more than one
Maybe five, like the Jacksons, or John Paxson
Just don't let 'em f*ck up the mansion
And Daddy will be home later on
Smelling like the cologne that I put on this morn
And I hope that you smell like woman's soap and shampoo
And lotion and perfume and candles
And I'ma run through that pus*y like a vandal, yes
I'm nasty as a Scorpio, but I'm a lucky Libra
Got her wet like she's sweating out a fever—wow!
Leave her to me, and she'll be smiling every single time you see her
From ear to ear
I want to be beside her when she sleep as she lay
Or we can stay awake and watch the next day
Clothes are overrated; panties are debated
Einstein: Her head is the greatest
[Chorus]
(Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
(Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
(Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
(Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed

[Verse 3]
Oh, yes, I love her like her dad told her no man would ever love her—oh, and
I better be the only man sticking it
Licking it like an envelope; mailing it, sealing it, read it
I have written down Victoria's Secret—don't tell nobody
Don't share your body with nobody—not even a finger
I will cut it off and let him keep it—that ass for Weezy, baby
And at my station, we have sex orientation
When I hit it, she squint like them Orient Asians; I do me
I say, "Hey, Ms. Chun Li, I like to see your booty—
Roll, like sushi"; I'm tryna dip my celery up in her bleu cheese
"Ah"s, "Ooh-wee"s
"Voila"s, "Ta-da"s, "Mhm"s, "Uh-huh"s
"Oh, yeah"s, never "Oh, no"s until I have to go
And then it's: "Never! Oh, no!" I tell her, "Don't cry—
I be back like the electric bill"
And when she butt-naked, she dressed to kill
[Chorus]
(Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
(Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
(Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
(Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) pus*y, money, weed
pus*y, money, weed; pus*y, money, weed
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