Joey Galaxy Master P
(Intro)
Yeah, Young Ca$h
AKA Joey Galaxy
Yeah, P wuddup?
Win Squad
Yeah, Volcanic, yeah
(Hook)
I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the by
Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us
Bricks in the home or on the highway
Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways
Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about
9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it
9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it
I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it
(Verse)
When I jumped off that porch I had dreams of money making
Keys fresh off the boat, I’m tired of seeing my mama slave
Lights red and card notes
Got a nigga out here paper chasin
But I’m gon always eat dough
None of these people can free base me
Loud pipe from LA, my blood niggas in the next day
Shit here my driveway and it’s all go by the next day
I am a young general, money comin in plentiful
And I’m just getting started bitch, nowhere near my peticle
We keep cutters on standby
Cuz always one nigga wanna try
Never seen a man cry til I seen a man die
We in the hood like burger bars
Niggas are catchin murder charge
Flee the city for a couple weeks
To get right back in the hood selling hard
We bout it
(Hook)
I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the by
Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us
Bricks in the home or on the highway
Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways
Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about
9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it
9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it
I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it
(Verse)
Bitch I’m bout it bout it, slidin round and chop about me
Nigga sweet like 30 flavors at the baskin robins
Let’s hop off to guinee, that’s where I’m ridin careless
I keep that zulu maneuver, do em like Paul Marlo
Bust a nigga who runnin up, hit that and I load it up
If a nigga want that beef boy that full fire get destroyed
Two 4’s on that new toy and that clutch jerked like Newports
Real nigga, no flaw ball, bad bitch on my polo
Speechless nigga don’t do yall
See my kind don’t do law
Ace Hood in this shithole, pussy nigga you a rook Paul
I’m bout it bout it, nothing modest, I’m bout the profit
Gotta get them dollars, they forgot that I was a problem
(Hook)
I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the by
Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us
Bricks in the home or on the highway
Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways
Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about
9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it
9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it
I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it
(Verse)
I’m worldwide but it’s G shit
Startin off with that P shit
Mood on me, that Young Jeezy and I’m on to that me shit
Fed time, I did that
Big licks, I hit that
Took yo hoe, f..cked yo hoe, now you can have yo bitch back
Cross 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 happen
If you got the plug then step up it’s soulja’s turn to captain
Let’s get it homie, getting stones in my Range Rover
You can ask for ounce, I sell em hoes til the game’s over
Been to prison once, I feel like 4-leaf clovers
And I don’t front family or friends, they’ll f..ck you over
(Hook)
I’m on my Master P shit, damn by the by
Take it back to the streets cuz yall forgot about us
Bricks in the home or on the highway
Choppa set you straight if you coming at me sideways
Heard bout it bout it, stupid whips to hop about
9 piece on my wrist, yea they know I got it
9 piece on my waist, yea they know I got it
I’m getting money, it ain’t nothing you can do about it
