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[Master P]What's up niggas and bitches (ugh)We ain't no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (we ain't no rookies atmaking fame)Fetti nigga (fetti) that's why I'm gon' call this fedex (fedex)It's all about moola (moola) that money (money) scrilla (scrilla)All mighty motherfucking dollar (all mighty dollar)Hundreds (hundreds) thousands (thousands) millions (millions) and trillions(trillions)We got this shit sewed up nigga (sewed up)From the south (from the south) to the midwest (to the midwest)To the west (to the west coast) to the east coast (to the east coast)Y'all know how to get yo scrilla (y'all know how to get yo scrilla)SongtexteHoes in the club showing love ask TelaI got hoes on the beeper just like mosquitoesNiggas want to fuck with the P I'm making scrilla (scrilla)Labeled and tagged me yo neighborhood dealer.Got this game gripped got the hoes wanting sacksGot niggas in the hood waiting on me for crackFifteen five for a key now I'm rollingGold thangs hit the block nigga but it ain't stolenAnd I came to get my keys for the sound and the edibowaNigga I ain't Scarface but got the money and the powerComing down hard (hard) living in the south (south)Got killers watching my back with that gold in they mouthBitches getting broked on (broked on) for motherfucking PAgent c stationShould I say player hating (player hating)Niggas take vacation one way ticket is to hell niggas feel meIt's all about the 20's and the 50's niggas feel meTrying to get my paper (paper) it's all about my scrilla (scrilla)Big Mo got that mack 11-9 for y'all killersRolling through the south (south) trying to check them honeys (honeys)Got them beans trying to flip them dope fiends hundredsI ain't even stopping if a cop is on my tail (what)Big Boz got that AK nigga and that's realRolling in that Rover (Rover)Smoking on that dolja (dolja)A No Limit soldier y'all haters y'all can't hold usNiggas got green (green) fuck cashing checksHooked up with three niggas they call them Prime SuspectsNow a nigga got the shit gangstafied like Kane & AbelNiggas got more clientele than niggas got cableBut niggas tru to the gizameNiggas slanging them bizangsMy best partner Andrew Jackson, Ben Franklin understandChorusTrying to get greens, cornbread, and cabbage x4[Prime Suspects]Papa was a junky brain fried on that cokeSnorting heroin in the middle of a seventy showBut you wonder why my lifestyle it be kind of roughIt's them little green guys a nigga can't get enoughZoned out like Kujo ain't sleeped in three daysOn an all night flight trying to get rich paidIn the shade on the L.A.P.Where your nigga beNever taking and sure who I be (ooh wee)I be the nigga with cheeseO.Z.'s to keys stay hundreds to G'sPutting these hoes on their kneesCause they bout that green cheese (pop that phone)Chorus x4[Kane]Bitch show me the money I'm on top cause I got rocksCause I got scrilla No Limit got enough paper to buy the LakersFuck the haters I hate to kill him fake the realestI know God never sleepsWhen you die you sew what you weepI still move ten boroughs a week cause a nigga gots to eatDon't feel my teethMamma turned 5 into 10, 18 to 36My triple beam gangsta leanThousand eight that be the weightOn this motherfucking grip it's the lipThis paper got me rich I'm sickQuick to run up in that pussy with a hard dickGhetto boys starting ghetto warsTook a little scrilla the killerWait starting late in the hood got me paid scoring like Reggie MillerRepresenting like a senatorWhen I'm on the block (woo woo) then againSmoking hay bitch a hundred down like predatorIf you got my rocks then I ain't got no fucking check[Abel]Fuck you nigga pay fuck your ladyFuck your mamma fuck your babyRolling with P on the D bout to be gangstafiedHoney drop top white MercedesIt's a 144 pounds 148 with the 4 pound murderNiggas they call me dramaAnd them hoes they call me Ike TurnerPopos 75 dice till the trying to get the shipment higherWhen talk they coming up shortGive props and I ain't forgot motherfucker[Kane & Abel and Master P talking]Master P, Prime SuspectsYeah bra humbra go get your money niggaI got it ugh trying to get them greens, cornbread, and cabbageNigga trying to get them greens, cornbread, and cabbageThis goes out to all my real niggasNorth Carolina, from Milwaukee, South Carolina, Columbus, Ohio,Louisville, Georgia, Alabama, to the A.T.L., Cleveland, Ohio,New Orleans, Detroit, Texas, Cincinnati, Florida, Nebraska, California,Chicago, Indianapolis, Mississippi, New YorkTo the motherfucking world to the worldWe after them greens after them greensCabbage and cornbreadDollar greens humbra humbraY'all haters need to be pissed on (suckers)Y'all can't stop No LimitGot to much paper believe that Aus Songtexte Mania