Dope, Pussy And Money Lyrics

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Lyrics to Dope, Pussy And Money
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[Big Ed]Yo P man I can't find these fuckin' cards and shit manI'm a find 'em, hold up hold up hold up[Master P]Damn see man what's wrong with youYou been smokin' dank or somethin'[Big Ed]Man I don't know man I was trippin' and shit[Master P]Come on man let's do this shit rightMan get it done man[Big Ed]Shit let me see, let me try thisYeah there they goAlright P man kick that shit for me G[Master P]Jump in the Cougar to the dank spotBeeper rangin' cause a nigga sellin' fat rocksNow the worst started shiftin'I'm like the goddamn pizza man you know I'm fuckin' de-liverin'Pick up and drop off, 20's and 50'sAnything to get these goddamn things offNow I'm cold chillin' on the dope spotPut the dope in my nuts, here come the fuckin' copsNow I'm like runnin', the cops said freezeNot me I'm tryin' to check my fuckin' moneyTo see if it's marked, damn5 minutes later I'm in a police carBut I just laugh like it's funnyCause I'll be out tomorrowDope, Pussy, & Money[Chorus]x8IndoPiece of pussyI can feel y'all[Master P]My hand on my dick like a bountyJust did 3 fuckin' days in the CountyPissed off, mad as fuckPicked up my mobile phone to try to get a fuckin' nutShe said I'll be over in a minuteI said hurry up bitch I gotta go up in itShe knocked on my door lookin' hella sweetA long trench coat and some goddamn drawers GShe grabbed my dick and started suckin'I flipped the bitch on her back, my nuts cummin'Now I'm cold smilin' like a big wheelThinkin' 'bout the niggas that are still back in jailNow that I'm out I think it's funnyCause it's all about the Dope, Pussy, & Money[Chorus]x8Niggas stuck and I'm thinkin' about gamblin'Serve a nigga somethin' quick, let's handle thisWe dove 4 deep in a Benz2 Columbians, we met him and his friendsNow I'm gettin' ??? at niggas backI'm thinkin' about the time they tried to jackOne nigga got out the car howlin'I got 4 ki's, I said nigga where's the ???I ran to the car with my OoziGrabbed the dope and the money, started shootin'Hit the gas, mashed and made it homeTripped when I cut the goddamn TV on2 Columbians dead in a dope dealNo evidence but the motherfuckers got they cap peeledSomebody gotta die, you think it's funnyThat's how it is when your livin' for the Dope, Pussy, & Money[Chorus]x8




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