Money - P Money, Splurgeboys

A couple years ago was a tragedy

When mad had my ex girl mad

God said he had a plan for me

Then he went and took my fucking granddad from me

Baffled me

Like how can you take man’s grand from me?

But then I went hard for the mortgage

Now there’s 400 grands in the family

Brudda, that’s money

Motherfucker, that’s money

You can’t tell me shit

Unless you make more money

I don’t care about whips

That don’t make you money

Can’t mention P

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Look what you started

Man, look what you started

I ain’t had a top ten

But this plane I’m sitting on’s chartered

I draw girls easy

Motherfucker, I’m an artist

My weight’s my business

My stocky figure’s on the market

I don’t think about holidays, I just click on a button

I ring my girl and my cousins, I say «I'm going, you coming?

It’s not four in a room, it’s four rooms, are you buzzing?»

So they keep hating but they ain’t telling me nothing

It’s all a one-sided game cause they don’t press any buttons

I give my cousin a magazine and say «shopping, choose something»

And then we turn up at yards, pretend we’re selling yutes something

Cause that’s money

Brudda, that’s money

Motherfucker, that’s money

You can’t tell me shit

Unless you make more money

I don’t care about whips

That don’t make you money

Can’t mention P

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout, unless you’re talking 'bout

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

I’ve got the money for a mad yard

I’ll rubbish your whip like a scrapyard

I’m upgrading my plate to a private

Just coulda did it with the bank card

Certain man think that’s hard

Have you seen what’s inside my watch dog?

What was in those bags?

Nothing much, probably a watch though

Fuck it, I’m a badman

I said fuck it, I’m a badman

In a black cab and I’m on the radio

Getting paid more than the cab man

I’m bait in the bank, fam

Cause I withdraw money like a madman

I put my gold in, end up in Westfield

Cause I’m treating cashpoints like a satnav

Brudda, that’s money

Motherfucker, that’s money

You can’t tell me shit

Unless you make more money

I don’t care about whips

That don’t make you money

Can’t mention P

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout, unless you’re talking 'bout

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout money

Unless you’re talking 'bout, unless you’re talking 'bout

Unless you’re talking 'bout money