P RUN lyrics

[Intro]
Phew, phew, phew
Fifty P's ain't no weed, I need a hundred least
Phew, phew, phew
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep (Gentle Beatz)

[Chorus]
I run through these 'bows like I'm Deon, n*ggas peon (Yo)
Why you wait until the b*tch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (Ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, sh*t look like Freon (Froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, n*gga, we all ate (No small plates)
If you ask me 'bout 'em, sh*t, they all fake (They all fake)
We just get the money and lеt y'all hate
Uh, uh, we just get thе money and let y'all hate (Hey)

[Verse 1]
AP flooded, I just spent a dubby on Goyard luggage
Baby love it when I pop my sh*t and let her count it for me
Cuban on her chest, new b*tch, who this? (Fine)
Ain't missed a hair appointment yet, new b*tch, who this? (She fine)
Garlic chicken, private chef, we don't do the Ruth's Chris (No)
Bought you a bag the first week, b*tch, l don't usually do this (Never)
If you head honcho, then it's only right you turn up your clique (Speak)
Behind the tint, I let my seat back while she give it a kiss (Uh)
Big boy Rolls truck, lift your head up, see the stars all in this b*tch
Real street n*ggas, if I ever go fed (What?), l'ma give a pod officer this di*k
I did a fifty K weed promo just to let my dog have this sh*t (Yeah)
I don't want nothin' if it ain't that Wock' (No), I'ma let y'all have that Tris (l don't want that sh*t)
Uh, three honey buns on a watch just to boost up my ego (Jazzy)
I better not hear 'bout him doin' no hate sh*t, I'm takin' his ho (Come here)
What I'm puffin' right now, it's gon' be 4K for this smoke (Exotic)
It ain't no sample or no tester, gotta pay for this dope
[Chorus]
I run through these 'bows like I'm Deon, n*ggas peon (Yo)
Why you wait until the b*tch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (Ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, sh*t look like Freon (Froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, n*gga, we all ate (No small plates)
If you ask me 'bout 'em, sh*t, they all fake (They all fake)
We just get the money and let y'all hate
Uh, uh, we just get the money and let y'all hate (Hey)

[Verse 2]
Where the dice at? (Go get some) I'm really like that (On God)
Uh, take your n*gga jewelry off (Ha), where your ice at? (Show me)
Got what they got, but chargin' more, I call that hype tax (Damn)
Uh, you n*ggas petty, that's why your trap ain't jumpin' like that
Uh, uh, I can't front these n*ggas, they take too long to pay back (Facts)
I'm havin' so much sh*t goin' on, I really can chill and lay back (Coolin')
Just to f*ck off with Fatt Fox, I went, rebought the Maybach (Again)
Quit actin' like an opp, if you ain't one of us, just say that
I got 'bows for the D-low (Yeah)
Get in with the boss man, I'm who put the team on
A hundred P's touch down, dancin' in the end zone
Like I hear my theme song
Primetime with this paper, find a b*tch to spend it on

[Chorus]
I run through these 'bows like I'm Deon, n*ggas peon (Yo)
Why you wait until the b*tch check you to turn your P on? (Squares)
Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run (Ayy)
Ice on me could cause a cold front, sh*t look like Freon (Froze)
Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, n*gga, we all ate (No small plates)
If you ask me 'bout 'em, sh*t, they all fake (They all fake)
We just get the money and let y'all hate
Uh, uh, we just get the money and let y'all hate (Hey)
[Outro]
Phew, phew, phew
Fifty P's ain't no weed, I need a hundred least
Phew, phew, phew
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep (Phew, phew, phew)