Joey Galaxy - Master P Lyrics
(Intro)Yeah, Young Ca$hAKA Joey GalaxyYeah, P wuddup?Win SquadYeah, Volcanic, yeah(Hook)I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the byTake it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about usBricks in the home or on the highwayChoppa set you straight if you coming at me sidewaysHeard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got itI’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it(Verse)When I jumped off that porch I had dreams of money makingKeys fresh off the boat, I’m tired of seeing my mama slaveLights red and card notesGot a nigga out here paper chasinBut I’m gon always eat doughNone of these people can free base meLoud pipe from LA, my blood niggas in the next dayShit here my driveway and it’s all go by the next dayI am a young general, money comin in plentifulAnd I’m just getting started *****, nowhere near my peticleWe keep cutters on standbyCuz always one nigga wanna tryNever seen a man cry til I seen a man dieWe in the hood like burger barsNiggas are catchin murder chargeFlee the city for a couple weeksTo get right back in the hood selling hardWe bout it(Hook)I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the byTake it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about usBricks in the home or on the highwayChoppa set you straight if you coming at me sidewaysHeard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got itI’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it(Verse)***** I’m bout it bout it, slidin round and chop about meNigga sweet like 30 flavors at the baskin robinsLet’s hop off to guinee, that’s where I’m ridin carelessI keep that zulu maneuver, do em like Paul MarloBust a nigga who runnin up, hit that and I load it upIf a nigga want that beef boy that full fire get destroyedTwo 4’s on that new toy and that clutch jerked like NewportsReal nigga, no flaw ball, bad ***** on my poloSpeechless nigga don’t do yallSee my kind don’t do lawAce Hood in this shithole, ***** nigga you a rook PaulI’m bout it bout it, nothing modest, I’m bout the profitGotta get them dollars, they forgot that I was a problem(Hook)I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the byTake it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about usBricks in the home or on the highwayChoppa set you straight if you coming at me sidewaysHeard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got itI’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it(Verse)I’m worldwide but it’s G shitStartin off with that P shitMood on me, that Young Jeezy and I’m on to that me shitFed time, I did thatBig licks, I hit thatTook yo hoe, *****ed yo hoe, now you can have yo ***** backCross 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 happenIf you got the plug then step up it’s soulja’s turn to captainLet’s get it homie, getting stones in my Range RoverYou can ask for ounce, I sell em hoes til the game’s overBeen to prison once, I feel like 4-leaf cloversAnd I don’t front family or friends, they’ll ***** you over(Hook)I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the byTake it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about usBricks in the home or on the highwayChoppa set you straight if you coming at me sidewaysHeard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got itI’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it
