Keep It P 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 blick, 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 blick, 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 blick, 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