Übersetzung: Master P. Hündinnen und Geld.
...but...b-bitch...bitches and money [Hook] Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money (Bitches and money) Life ain't nothin' but bitches and money (Bitches and money
and their mama mc Why does new hot shit sound wack to me How am I a hater if I hate your cd How you more bout it bout it then Master P [Verse 3]
robbed This is how we do Brooklyn style boy you know what I'm sayin? [50 Cent] R.I.P B.I.G, R.I.P P-A-C, R.I.P niggas that wanna OD Aiyyo the bottom
people in the world, where the fuck you at? Where my niggaz is at? Where my niggaz is at? Where the fuck my bitches at? Where my bitches is at? [P. Diddy
from my flow bitches on my dick (Oh No) They on my dildo Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do i get the money money, i get dough EQ the equalizer for the stereo
better be hot, She got it twisted like a cock-eyed bitch, that's why I be in Mr.Chows you A Popeyes bitch, you the type to get some money go spend it
Master plan I'm clam and clever Take some cover find some shelter I got my God who can help all your faithful soldiers thinking all them other cowards left ya. Money
some get money shit, robbin, duct tape ya like a mummy shit Cocaine dealer shit, anything to get the money quick Huh, we out for it, twenty bitches out
a pump [Chorus] [x4] [Verse 2] How many 2 pacs and JZ's and Master P's can they conceive? Don't they know a few gloc's 380's and master keys will make
Killed the stress Rottin away in the Midwest I guess They was right When they said that was such a psycho sight Sick inside a slight Deliver that makes me want to go Master P
V.I.P pronto [Chorus:] Prontoooooo, you know it how we ball. She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against the wall. SOD boys, got our money sittin' tall, while your money
Da 5'9"] Yeah, yeah Well it's the uhh, uhh, abbrevia-ated letter Associated with meta-metapho-phores and cheddar cheddar The C.O.D., the P.O.P. The "
cup tilted, blunt flickin Get money, fuck bitches Young Weezy, young pimpin, she love it I keep goin, she keep cumin, what you know bout it So bout it...like Master P
at the mouth, get dressed like Thousand Isle Got a degree, on the hash and the leaky Crash in the V while we Master the P I beez Bout It Bout It, causin
Chorus:] Pronto, you know it how we ball She dancin' on my drawls, with my back against the wall. S.O.D boys, got our money sittin' tall While your money
down, on the get down! That mothafucker better sit down We up in this bitch now Got the take to make the hap We gon' make our money right Tired of livin
: [Master P] At ease I would like to welcome the newest No Limit Soldier Mr. Snoop D-O Double G, and he brings to the tank Money, power, respect, leadership
