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 "fuck 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 fuck 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