Don Da Menace - P.M.W. Lyrics

Yea
Oh yes I love her like
Yea
Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Oh yes

I love her like da scripture
From a religion
Whatever's pictured is what I'm given
You can not gift her
Cause I am gifted
Just with my presence
I love her essence that make me sneeze
I swear she blessed me
She like to tell me
Like Aretha Franklin You better respect me
As I do you
Don't ever neglect me, I won't neglect you
I Love you
Ain't no debating
The baby making is only part one
Here comes da part two
I'm diving in it like I'm tanking
Lean to da left just like im banking
She gimme head like she praying
I giving thanks and Leave her legs & back aching
I'm gentle
Til you tell me "f*ck me" & "take it"
This Pussy mine for da taking
Feel like I'm going up like da money I'm making
Where da weed, I need baking
Relaxation, medication
Free them girls, Emancipation
Put them titties in my face
Til we reach our destination
Home base, home plate
Hope we make it there safe
I said I love her like

Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed

Oh yes I love her like

Like them blue notes
With a glass of Pinot
In a fancy who knows
I'm letting you know
I love her cheeks rose
Just like my Rosè
I need my glass full
Not empty all day
That mean I'm halfway
To a million bucks
Cant a give a f*ck what you got to say
I'm all work and pleasure, play
Gimme pussy, money, weed
Plus that perfect Harmony
Ebony & Ivory
Do what's right, my legacy in jeopardy
If I don't get enough of green
Then there's nothing that's left from me
Because of me
I guess it's destiny
I guess it's meant to be
I guess written in da stars
Whatever I choose to believe
I need a timeout for a minute
Blow da whistle referee
It's getting harder to breath
It's getting harder to see
Money do grow on these trees
Plant some seeds I beg you please
We dying from lack of air and lack of love especially
Money and greed in replacement of these
How much of this do I need
That make me question everything
I rather

Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Pussy, Money, Weed
Oh yes I love her like