[Intro]

Feel like Master P, who want smoke with me

Feel like Master P, who want smoke with me

Who want smoke with me? Who want smoke with me?

[Verse 1]

Pull up in the tank feel like Master P

That bitch she too messy fuckin’ up the sheets

I can't fuck with niggas all these niggas creeps

Bangin through the streets, golds on my teeth

Bitches they gon' ride for me cause boy I got that shit

Niggas they gon' ride for me got thirty with that dick

They be talking tough but they really ain’t on shit

Boy you only mad cause I ran off with yo bitch

[Chorus]

Feel like Master P, who want smoke with me?

Blow it out the P

Feel like Master P, who want smoke with me?

Blow it out the P, Feel like Master P

Who want smoke with me? Feel like Master P

Blow it out the P

Who want smoke with me? Who want smoke with me?

[Verse 2]

Phone ringing three A.M., like who is this

Goofy bitch she calling spazzing out and shit

Warhol why you acting different on some other shit

Bitch I blowed up, go hop on another dick

Riding round I’m overseas

Blowing southeast, out the P

Fuck that boy he not with me

Kodak bopping blowing on that broccoli

[Outro]

Ain’t no stopping me

Flexing overseas

Ain’t no stopping me

Feel like Master P, Blow it out the P

Who want smoke with me, who want smoke with me?