Greens, Cornbread, And Cabbage - Master P



[Master P]

What's up niggas and bitches (ugh)

We ain't no motherfucking rookies at making cowards (we ain't no rookies at

making 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)



Hoes in the club showing love ask Tela

I got hoes on the beeper just like mosquitoes

Niggas 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 sacks

Got niggas in the hood waiting on me for crack

Fifteen five for a key now I'm rolling

Gold thangs hit the block nigga but it ain't stolen

And I came to get my keys for the sound and the edibowa

Nigga I ain't Scarface but got the money and the power

Coming down hard (hard) living in the south (south)

Got killers watching my back with that gold in they mouth

Bitches getting broked on (broked on) for motherfucking P

Agent c station

Should I say player hating (player hating)

Niggas take vacation one way ticket is to hell niggas feel me

It's all about the 20's and the 50's niggas feel me

Trying to get my paper (paper) it's all about my scrilla (scrilla)

Big Mo got that mack 11-9 for y'all killers

Rolling through the south (south) trying to check them



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