The Game, Kid Red, Lifestyle, Ben J - Pussy Money Weed lyrics

Look momma, I'm a chiefer
Smoking on a reefer
I know you say you can't suck
Dick but I'm a teach ya
Bad lil bitch
Yea I think that I'm a keep 'er
And she can't miss school so I
Fuck 'er on the bleacher
Got the models on deck
Got them hoes in check
All these bitches know my name
So my pull gettin' wet
I'll be rollin' rollin' rollin'
Off that potion we be bongin'
We be smokin'
We be joinin' till they
Keep their party goin'
I'll be high, I'll be low, you
Try to row a bitch
Let's go
If you did not put men on my
Weed then you can hit my jawn

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And all bitched branded
Tatted on the pussy
Jordan's and some spandex
Rolling up the cookie
Please understand that she tryna
Fuck me but I'm
A make 'er fuck my man now
Poppin' bottles like new year's
Eve and we standin'
On the couch screamin' pussy money weed
In the club blowin' trees so
These bitches wanna leave
And she ain't even trippin'
Daddy spendin' on her weed
Yea, and all my bitches they exotic
It's a party in her mouth and
I'm her nuts so I'm invited
I will suck it, I will bite it
I will fucking start a riot
Got that cush in my pocket and
I'm selling like a parent ah
Fuck, it's Miley Cyrus
Who the fuck is Miley Cyrus?
It's a party at the crib and it's private

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Ah, that's all I know
About in this lifestyle
Put a dollar on a pussy and I wipe it down
Cool motherfuckaz, we don't tolerate clowns
We in this young life, care less
Smoke rounds
Below homie Steve I hang 'er with a pou'
The bed call me Game, hold that shit down
I'm 'bout to get this motherfucka
Game a new song
Fuckin' relief
They don't know I'm with the fam
Ridin' 'round in my city
Smoked out I'm driftin'
Everybody, brother, sister
Cousins chases fuckin' bailin'
That bitch fuckin', she guilty
I ride that and get filthy
We hop by so get liftin'
I smoke strong
That shit will be a Simpsons boy
And young boys get offended boy
Me, I'm just handlin' this
Grown man Dennis boy

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