Master P, T.E.C. (Tito El Coqui), Miss Chee, Bengie B - I Miss That (Get my money right) lyrics

And we don't stop my nigga
I'm like Donald Trump nigga blow it all
Come back and get it again you feel me?

Let me tell em, I said

Ricky had an ounce of crack
Turned that to a whole joint
Then he got that nina and he
Turned that to a whole point
Me i break them pounds down
Never got that brown brown
Take it to my homie crib and
Then i break it down down
Used to flood this whole shit
Just like a surround sound
For stack we used to going pound pound
Just to get a whole one
Cop it he gonna throw one
Omelly in the kitchen whipping white
Until his nose run then I met my nigga Meek
Hit me with that trick or treat
Took it to the south side and I
Was right back in a week
Fresh from out a jail cell
Right back out there in the streets
Yeah I was out on bail but now
It's time to pay these lawyers fees
30 charges pending and the cops can
Come to quote on me
PD ain't gon' do shit but just sit
Me in that court and plea
And I ain't trying cop out
Looking for a knock out
High school I dropped out
So I can sling that rock out

Uh, I'm a hustlin nigga all night
Till I get my fucking paper right
Pass the ball, that's a alley oop
80 pounds that's a Bentley coupe

Uh, I'm on my grind and I don't sleep
Don't fuck with you haters, not the police
Nigga client trying to give me
For a half a key
I got my young niggas that'll put
Ya ass right to sleep
This ain't a sport boy, I'm Pistol Pete
Dribble that ball thru the hood
They call me CP3
I did it once now I'm back bitch look at me
Don't live forever mu'fucker and
We in the streets

Uh, I'm a hustlin nigga all night
Till I get my fucking paper right
Pass the ball, that's a alley oop
80 pounds that's a Bentley coupe

Born out that south side
Ride or die we shoot to kill
Wake up in the morning real
Grab my keys and shine my grill
Used to be broke
Now my status on heavy weight
Passing through my hood I'm good
I told you I'm gonna get that cake
Errybody notice me, you can even quote me
I'ma chase that money, get that money
Yeah I'm floating put my whole team on
We rocking stupid stones
Right back to the block cause
My hustler game strong
Unanimous decision I don't see no competition
We beat them to submission
Cooking work in gramas kitchen
I'm the bread winner
And I just ate and still I'm hungry
Hungry for that money, with my niggas I'm 100
I'm thuggin, till the death of me
Feed me weed and Hennesey
Out here where these killas be I'm
Bengie B don't fuck with me
Black cold paint job, I did it for my hellya
Gotta get that money, so much money
Boy I tell ya

Uh, I'm a hustlin nigga all night
Till I get my fucking paper right
Pass the ball, that's a alley oop
80 pounds that's a Bentley coupe

OK, I'm ripping, flipping
Chickens with the pot until it's all bad
Hands for that pound fear nigga
We ain't playing fair
I play this game for keeps, big bad wolf
So you sheeps bout my paper
I'm a beast ima show up were you sleep
Dressed in all black with the
Beam all out of focus
Take ya head up of ya shoulders ain't
No simple way should know this
Nigga it's open season
I hit the block running I'm
A husling motha fucka
U ain't taking nothing from me Get money
I had to grind
Niggas got tired of being broke
When all I see is poverty
Plus the economy so low
Like fuck a job I supply the
Cause you fighting for the
Go for 23 5 you want
It then come and purchase
Me and my niggas in the kitchen
We flip mo chickens then church
Don't ask me to put you on
You weren't here with me when I was hurting
Bitch i got it on my own
From selling work to the verses

Uh, I'm a hustlin nigga all night
Till I get my fucking paper right
Pass the ball, that's a alley oop
80 pounds that's a Bentley coupe

Uh, thats a bentley Coupe nigga
Just remember my broke is your rich nigga
Never count us out
Real street niggas real street shit
We back in this bitch