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Player One ft. Jme, KSI
P Money
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I made my first grand from teefing an automobile
When I was young, never thought that I will
Then I passed my test in 2-double-0-7
I was killing MCs, 'cause man had the license to kill
Back then I had a Corsa
And now I got something that'll merk man
I'm rolling with a whip enforcer
Metal gear in the glove compartment
I'm on a mug ting, man, a rugby sports star
You ain't shooting bro, you're Lukaku
Ain't bought my CD, then I won't at you
I will hit man with my CD so hard
You'll wake up with a barcode tattoo
I got bangers, bro, I ain't stressing
This year, it's an anthem ting, I ain't messing
I can tell Electronic Arts wasn't really your
Thing in school, 'cause you ain't finessing (wow)
I don't drink, 'cause I'm a G
Won't see me with a Strongbow in a pub, G
In a fortnight, you'll be breading them cheesy biters
You're some Pizza Hut freak
Charisma, you won't hear man OP
Got big money, shopping, boy, you know me
Buying up Oxford, Bond and Regent Street
My real life is like man OP (wow)
And a few girls want me to have them
'Cause she heard every wish is now my command
If she holds the balls of a dragon
Sound too par? What you saying? Let's pattern
Roulette, either you're betting blacked out
Or red is dead, but you choose G (choose)
Gunshots? Man, just amuse me
I'm used to that sound, that's Call of Duty (gone)
I roll with bloodhounds, they got the crow
So much smoke, caught sickly throat
It could be bliffs, they're still on smoke
Sub-zero, yeah, still on smoke
Frost on the ground, watch where you step
Jump in the whip, no need to rev
I don't need the boost, I will spin on the spot, you still lose
Course, on this course, I merk the race
I came to shell down in the first place
Two big screens in my whip, no gas
I've got a double digital dash
You can't take the crown from the king
Test me, lick off your head like gin
Leave your whole crew spread on the floor
I came to enforce martial law
Sometimes I laugh when I think way back
Man came to the ends and got their guns jacked
Mission failed, robber got robbed
Move correct when you're on the odd jobs
Serious, or it might get complex
Temple get caved in, now you're vexed
You can't scream "Mayday", fam
When your jaw's wired up, that's the plan
Fuck up and bruck up your spinal cord
Can't censor me, fam, straight full gore
Big man, teenager, or kid
Best know who you came to war with
Man active, reload the beat, man don't chat shit
Drag man to the canals and I'll backflip
Kick man off the bridge, fam, I'm batshit
Crazy, leave a man ghost like
That shit's Jme
Time trials
Ghost
2010, Had them rolling
You know that FIFA's the ting I've been owning
No cap, I killed it when gamin'
Throwback, I'm beasting on this like the first time I came in
I'm over the watch and I'm maining the piece
Five-hundred-thousand, I bought with no lease
Lambo' went purple to gold
Film for a vid' or a track, see my value increase
Get a milli' to milli' for doin' it all (ah, ah)
Milli' to milli' for learning the brawl (ah, ah)
Milli' to milli' for doing it silly
Highly contagious, in all of my ages, I move a mo' billy
Feeling immortal but you knew that with the Beerus
Searching for that cleaner, need to finish him like Geras
But he don't wanna combat
Miss me with that stalling and chit-chat
Six rounds of punching, I'm on that
From that new age, didn't need a halo to come up
Look at the teeth, you can tell this nigga chief
Independently breaking the charts
I'm on your menu when you look who I'm making the parts
I need no medal, on a level, just loving the arts
Lovin' the beat on the rocks, loving the beat on the dot
Causing eruption, there are assumptions, dying to get me
Unpredictable, so they'll never forget me, bitch
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