Lil Wayne — Pussy Money Weed

[Intro] I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— [Verse 1] Oh, yes, I love her, like Egyptian Want a description? Her body's sickening I can be her prescription, I can be her physician Sexual healing: I can be her religion And now, she's kneeling, praying to the ceiling I bless her as if she sneezed—must be the weather I dress her: I am her sleeves, I am her feathers She's fly—flyer than you, flyer than me I love her; she loves me, too; I love her three times More than her mom; time will tell that I'm the nigga that She should—we should be wherever she wanna be on a Late night, midday, A.M., just say when And I know I be with cavemen, but never mind them She's "Poison," and I am Michael Bivins See, I know that y'all don't hear me, but she does; we does What grown folk do when they had too much to drink, and I think We done had too much to drink, and [Chorus] (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— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed [Verse 2] Oh, yes, I love her like I ought to I see you at the altar, Mrs. Carter I see you with my daughter, or son—more than one Maybe five, like the Jacksons, or John Paxson Just don't let 'em fuck up the mansion And Daddy will be home later on Smelling like the cologne that I put on this morn And I hope that you smell like woman's soap and shampoo And lotion and perfume and candles And I'ma run through that pussy like a vandal, yes I'm nasty as a Scorpio, but I'm a lucky Libra Got her wet like she's sweating out a fever—wow! Leave her to me, and she'll be smiling every single time you see her From ear to ear I want to be beside her when she sleep as she lay Or we can stay awake and watch the next day Clothes are overrated; panties are debated Einstein: Her head is the greatest [Chorus] (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— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed [Verse 3] Oh, yes, I love her like her dad told her no man would ever love her—oh, and I better be the only man sticking it Licking it like an envelope; mailing it, sealing it, read it I have written down Victoria's Secret—don't tell nobody Don't share your body with nobody—not even a finger I will cut it off and let him keep it—that ass for Weezy, baby And at my station, we have sex orientation When I hit it, she squint like them Orient Asians; I do me I say, "Hey, Ms. Chun Li, I like to see your booty— Roll, like sushi"; I'm tryna dip my celery up in her bleu cheese "Ah"s, "Ooh-wee"s "Voila"s, "Ta-da"s, "Mhm"s, "Uh-huh"s "Oh, yeah"s, never "Oh, no"s until I have to go And then it's: "Never! Oh, no!" I tell her, "Don't cry— I be back like the electric bill" And when she butt-naked, she dressed to kill [Chorus] (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— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed