Pussy Money Weed

[Verse 1: Apollo]

Apollo

I am Syrup

Oh yes I love her like she is all I really need
We stay high together always smoking that weed
She's all that's all my mind
Every time I search she's all that I find

I spend my days wasting time
Trying to stay out of the light of the lime
The grit and the grime
All those fake rappers slime
I ain't here for no sad story
All your crying dose is just bore me
Most of yall just whores to me
Always on your knees
Contracting some disease
That's not what I need
This system full of greed
Rules that will never be heed
Its PSM's time to succeed
Where here to take the lead
And beat everyone that doesn't comply
To our standards set so high
You have no need to try
All yall hates will just die mad
We are strong like the great iron clad
We may be nothing to you
But we be getting that PMW

[Hook: Apollo]

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed [x3]

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed [x3]

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed [x3]

[Verse 2: P.Stunna]

OH yes I love Her like no otHer
But you know I'm Stunnaman so I will never cuff Her
I'm a Rolling Stone, so I tHink I sHould be tHe cover
Unfortunately my loved ones tHe ones wHo gotta suffer
SHout out to Apollo, man I feel you, I Am Syrup
Got me movin slow I feel like I need anotHer stir up
Pour up
Tryin my Hardest to post-pone tHe Horror
THat'll occur wHen I wake up tomorra
Runnin from my problems I don't tHink I could get fartHer
Time for a reality cHeck
You ain't goin no wHere, your life's a motHerfucking wreck
All tHat's on my mental is Pussy, Money, Weed
At least I'm upfront, being confidential is tHe last tHing I need
If you know me you'd know I'm an arrogant prick
I'm looking in tHe mirror, yo I'm starin at sHit
EacH day my mindstate, "I gotta get tHis paper"
Wake tHe fuck up, you in tHe gutter, you a faker

[Hook: P.Stunna]

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed [x3]

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed [x3]

Oh yes I love her like
Pussy, Money, Weed [x3]