Master P

Yeah we 'bout it
Pull up in that Audi
Bitch we make a lot of profit
Got your bitch boppin' off it
Ha
Tribe Boy Money Gang
Dukey Loud on the beat
It's that nigga JT (Yeah)
Turn up
Yeah

Got this bitch jumpin' like a trampoline
All gold everything, favorite color green
Got so many plugs my niggas call me "Socket"
Ball hard, man I should've signed with Houston Rockets
Louis belt holdin' up my True Religions
Every since a youngsta, I been taught to go and get it
Gotta watch who around 'cause these niggas snake
Bitch I be eatin' good, check my dinner plate
Whole clique real, fuck these niggas think
Whole clique trill, leave a nigga stank
I been chasin' green since the go nigga
Fuck a lot of hoes nigga, I don't fuck with hoe niggas

Pull up in that Audi
Got your bitch jumpin' out it
Racks and sacks, bitch I got it
Master P, bitch I'm 'bout it
Bad bitch named Molly
That bitch turnt up on a molly
And she ride me like a Harley
Master P, bitch I'm 'bout it

Tribe Boy Money Gang, bitch we 'bout it
Niggas say they 'bout it, but I doubt it
Keep the strap, won't get caught without it
Cause these niggas plottin', tryna catch a body
Left wrist flexin' cause that bitch a Rollie
At the bar ballin', man they call me Kobe
I been chasin' money, tryna get a "M"
Get it out the mud, man I got so much dirt on my Timbs
And I keep a bad bitch
And she keep a bad bitch
Whole clique been 'bout it, talkin' past tense
Money out the ass nigga, all I talk is cash shit

Pull up in that Audi
Got your bitch jumpin' out it
Racks and sacks, bitch I got it
Master P, bitch I'm 'bout it
Bad bitch named Molly
That bitch turnt up on a molly
And she ride me like a Harley
Master P, bitch I'm 'bout it



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Writer(s): Kenji Christian, Justin Taylor
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