Keep It P

[Intro]
Hatin'-ass nigga need to shut the fuck up, nigga
(Reece, take em' to church)

[Chorus: Money Man]
Yeah, I'm told I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me
Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three
Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the fuck is he?
Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with this Glock 23
Tuck-ins just to blend, I'm in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V's
PJ straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve
Grow house in a CP9, get raided, we ain't trippin', yeah
Four hoes drain the plastic, fuck the kids, you know I'm pimpin', yeah

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Jroc watched me open this bitch up, look how I whip it, yeah
Trap spot in the trenches, you can't come because it's wicked there
Bought my bitch a Cuban, but I told her, "Stuff all them racks in it"
I can't see y'all niggas, too much smoke inside my atmosphere
Goyard full of paper, weigh me down just like some gravity
Black truck full of shooters, when I pull up, they in back of me
Closet full of firearms, I hope that ATF don't come
I'ma cop another charm, the shark piece is the latest one
Drop the dancer off and then I went and picked the doctor up
Exotic custom builds, you know I had to split the chopper up
He ain't in rotation, he just sittin' around that bitch pressed
At Taboo in Miami, yeah, we left that bitch a fuckin' mess
Went and bought a hundred Ps from Sac, that my side quest
How much money do we got for real? Bitch, just tryna guess
Million every hour, told my label, "I can't go for less"
C8, I just pulled up on him, picked her up inside the 'Vette

[Chorus: Money Man]
Yeah, I'm told I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me
Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three
Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the fuck is he?
Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with this Glock 23
Tuck-ins just to blend, I'm in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V's
PJ straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve
Grow house in a CP9, get raided, we ain't trippin', yeah
Four hoes drain the plastic, fuck the kids, you know I'm pimpin', yeah

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Tryna stay away from the gangster shit, but I'm still with it though
Still remember days that we was robbin', scammin' bippin' loads
You ain't tryna shoot or tryna drive, then find a different road
Told my youngins, "Leet's go get some dope," they got a itch to score
Tryna stay alive and dodge the system, but I'm fresh to death
Bitch ain't tryna fuck, I'm like, "Aight, then baby, exit left"
Runnin' up a check like every day, but I ain't catch a breath
Told the baby, "Guys, calm it down," but all they know is step
Finna hit the stage and go perform with my Glock 26
Answerin' my phone from random bitches, I'm like, "Who is this?"
Bro just hit my line, he got a play for about twenty bricks
Ain't tryna fuck with me, I laugh it off like, "Yeah, you losin', bitch"
Every time a nigga hit the scene, I bring the diamonds out
Better keep your bitch up on that lease before I fly her out
In the streets, I know that I signed what I signed up for, I ain't signin' out
I remember I was broke and doin' bad, but now I'm shinin' now, nigga

[Chorus: Money Man]
Yeah, I'm told I'ma keep it P, come and get a P from me
Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three
Push up with that talkin', he just cappin', who the fuck is he?
Push up with that glizzy, he'll get hit with this Glock 23
Tuck-ins just to blend, I'm in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V's
PJ straight to Houston 'cause they picked me up inside the sleeve
Grow house in a CP9, get raided, we ain't trippin', yeah
Four hoes drain the plastic, fuck the kids, you know I'm pimpin', yeah