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keep it p - money man & daboii lyrics

[intro]
hatin’*ass n*gga need to shut the f*ck up, n*gga
(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 bl!ck, i shoot the stick just like he shoot a three
push up with that talkin’, he just cappin’, who the f*ck 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, f*ck the kids, you know i’m pimpin’, yeah

[verse 1: money man]
jroc watched me open this b*tch up, look how i whip it, yeah
trap spot in the trеnches, you can’t come becausе it’s wicked there
bought my b*tch a cuban, but i told her, “stuff all them racks in it”
i can’t see y’all n*ggas, 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 b*tch pressed
at taboo in miami, yeah, we left that b*tch a f*ckin’ mess
went and bought a hundred ps from sac, that my side quest
how much money do we got for real? b*tch, 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 bl!ck, i shoot the stick just like he shoot a three
push up with that talkin’, he just cappin’, who the f*ck 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, f*ck the kids, you know i’m pimpin’, yeah

[verse 2: daboii]
tryna stay away from the gangster sh*t, 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
b*tch ain’t tryna f*ck, 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 b*tches, i’m like, “who is this?”
bro just hit my line, he got a play for about twenty bricks
ain’t tryna f*ck with me, i laugh it off like, “yeah, you losin’, b*tch”
every time a n*gga hit the scene, i bring the diamonds out
better keep your b*tch 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, n*gga
[chorus: money man]
yeah, i’m told i’ma keep it p, come and get a p from me
aim it with the bl!ck, i shoot the stick just like he shoot a three
push up with that talkin’, he just cappin’, who the f*ck 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, f*ck the kids, you know i’m pimpin’, yeah

- money man daboii lyrics

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