Joey Galaxy - Master P lyrics

(Intro)

Yeah, Young Ca$h

AKA Joey Galaxy

Yeah, P wuddup?

Win Squad

Yeah, Volcanic, yeah

(Hook)

I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the by

Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us

Bricks in the home or on the highway

Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways

Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about

9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it

9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it

I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it


(Verse)

When I jumped off that porch I had dreams of money making

Keys fresh off the boat, I’m tired of seeing my mama slave

Lights red and card notes

Got a nigga out here paper chasin

But I’m gon always eat dough

None of these people can free base me

Loud pipe from LA, my blood niggas in the next day

Shit here my driveway and it’s all go by the next day

I am a young general, money comin in plentiful

And I’m just getting started bitch, nowhere near my peticle

We keep cutters on standby

Cuz always one nigga wanna try

Never seen a man cry til I seen a man die

We in the hood like burger bars

Niggas are catchin murder charge

Flee the city for a couple weeks

To get right back in the hood selling hard

We bout it


(Hook)

I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the by

Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us

Bricks in the home or on the highway

Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways

Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about

9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it

9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it

I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it


(Verse)

Bitch I’m bout it bout it, slidin round and chop about me

Nigga sweet like 30 flavors at the baskin robins

Let’s hop off to guinee, that’s where I’m ridin careless

I keep that zulu maneuver, do em like Paul Marlo

Bust a nigga who runnin up, hit that and I load it up

If a nigga want that beef boy that full fire get destroyed

Two 4’s on that new toy and that clutch jerked like Newports

Real nigga, no flaw ball, bad bitch on my polo

Speechless nigga don’t do yall

See my kind don’t do law

Ace Hood in this shithole, pussy nigga you a rook Paul

I’m bout it bout it, nothing modest, I’m bout the profit

Gotta get them dollars, they forgot that I was a problem


(Hook)

I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the by

Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us

Bricks in the home or on the highway

Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways

Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about

9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it

9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it

I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it


(Verse)

I’m worldwide but it’s G shit

Startin off with that P shit

Mood on me, that Young Jeezy and I’m on to that me shit

Fed time, I did that

Big licks, I hit that

Took yo hoe, fucked yo hoe, now you can have yo bitch back

Cross me, no switchback (I’m gunnin for you, nigga)

This choppa here got a scope on it (wutchu want it for my nigga?)

I hope them boys got knocked off, shit something’s gotta happen

If you got the plug then step up it’s soulja’s turn to captain

Let’s get it homie, getting stones in my Range Rover

You can ask for ounce, I sell em hoes til the game’s over

Been to prison once, I feel like 4-leaf clovers

And I don’t front family or friends, they’ll fuck you over


(Hook)

I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the by

Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us

Bricks in the home or on the highway

Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways

Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about

9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it

9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it

I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it






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