[Chorus: Master P]
Got a [?] full of women, all of them [?]
Garage full of cars, and all of them mine
Feel like niggas just be talking
[?] how I live
[?]
[?]
I won't let you stop my grinding
It's get that cash, [?] state of mind [?]
Feel like niggas just be talking
[?] I live
[?]

[Verse 1: Master P]
[?] that's a motherfucking chicken sandwitch
Got that tech on me, nigga, and it's never jamming
Fuck these niggas, yeah, I got five grammies
If I fall off, go back to selling feends wammies
And niggas still hating on me
That's OK, cause bad bitches, they be waiting on me
It's a dirty game, somebody gotta do it
My closet like a store, nigga, all Louie
[?] in my fucking house
Louie Vuitton couch, nigga, I'm on my paper rout
Yeah, nigga, we on some other shit
Foreign cars, twenty eight rhyms [?]
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