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OK... ft. Novelist, Peezy
P Money
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Yeah, yeah, yo
Rappers claimin' they're that dude, hmm, okay
I make money off my tunes, hmm, okay
Said I'm lyin', tell the truth, hmm, okay
These times, I'm bankin' with coupes, hmm, okay
She told me she won't stay, hmm, okay
Midnight and she's on the way, hmm, okay
Packed a bag just in case, hmm, okay
Nothing more for me to say, just "Hmm, okay"
I got kids to feed, I mash work, I know the fees
Ain't nobody playin' me, bitch, I'm P, I know these keys (Woah)
RIP to Queen, now the money's different, G
Came a long way from the streets
Now the money's different, G (Switch)
I play for keeps, hit them with the T's and C's
I know ballers, I know G's, I know Skeppy, bitch, I'm— (Greaze)
The thing is with me, I ain't rappin', I just speak
Lyin' through your teeth (Pow), now you're lyin' in defeat
Rappers claimin' they're that dude, hmm, okay
I make money off my tunes, hmm, okay
Said I'm lyin', tell the truth, hmm, okay
These times, I'm bankin' with coupes, hmm, okay
She told me she won't stay, hmm, okay
Midnight and she's on the way, hmm, okay
Packed a bag just in case, hmm, okay
Nothing more for me to say, just "Hmm, okay"
Big coupes adverts, big billboards (Bap)
Takin' hella flights, this ain't a rap verse
I just got a bag from Tommy, I ain't talkin' 'bout a purse (Big bag)
Hella cold, but I don't need no night nurse
Twenty large for a pic, this ain't a flex (This ain't a flex)
Patterned from assist, nice one, I thanked her (Thanks)
Thought he was a pepper, okay, tried to burst (Bap)
Before I let him go, a nigga took the mash first (Bap)
I ain't tryna link up with you little niggas, that's cursed
If you're broke, that's a curse (No), no hustle, that's worse (None)
Niggas tryna link (Patterned), patterned that first
That boy ain't doin' nothin', then that boy a adverse (Jokeman)
I'm in the double R, just lettin' gas burn
It's a ping after ping, notifyin' man's earn (Big dough)
That's a mad burn
Bag of O's on the screen, feelin' like it's man's turn (Brap)
Rappers claimin' they're that dude, hmm, okay
I make money off my tunes, hmm, okay
Said I'm lyin', tell the truth, hmm, okay
These times, I'm bankin' with coupes, hmm, okay
She told me she won't stay, hmm, okay
Midnight and she's on the way, hmm, okay
Packed a bag just in case, hmm, okay
Nothing more for me to say, just "Hmm, okay"
I got kids to feed, why do you think my phone line beats? (Ring)
Fifteen K up on this watch, this ain't
From rap, it's from the streets (Bands)
And when she linkin' P, you know she ain't tryna leave (She ain't)
Talkin' shit about her problems, take this dick and fall asleep (Ha)
She punchin' out her league, told her she ain't Bernice (Her)
Red leathers on the seats, copped this
Outright, this ain't lease (Cash)
I stay 'round some G's, half these rappers, I don't believe (I don't)
And if they're talkin' facts, tell these niggas pull receipts (Go)
Rappers claimin' they're that dude, hmm, okay
I make money off my tunes, hmm, okay
Said I'm lyin', tell the truth, hmm, okay
These times, I'm bankin' with coupes, hmm, okay
She told me she won't stay, hmm, okay
Midnight and she's on the way, hmm, okay
Packed a bag just in case, hmm, okay
Nothing more for me to say, just "Hmm, okay"