Lyrics:
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
I'm a real P-I-M-P
And I love the way the ladies shake that thang
From a real G-A-N-G
And the haters know this Dogg Pound Gangsta gang
Nigga you
Fifty P's ain't no weed, I need a hunnid least
I'm from the, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep
I run through these bows like I'm Deon, niggas peon
to get popped by a cop?
Who the next n**** in the hood to get shot?
I hope it ain't me, so I'm strapped up in bulletproof
N**** on my stomach see -
I'm the hustler on the block
With money on his mind and some bricks in his hand, P can't be stopped, what
[Chorus]
You're dealin' with the ghost
dem sleeves up
Nigga, what the fuck?
You know about that D.P.G. Bad Boy connection
Connected by Funk Flex we in a Lexus
Or even the Suburban, swerve
All I want is power
Get this, get this money by the hour
That power, that power, that power
All I want is this power
Money brings me this power
All
stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
Im gettin money im gettin
Girls im gettin money, so f B turn
Around and suck my d for
Money suck my dfor money
Yeah nyo B suck my d for money
What
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
Young and I'm getting it, young and I'm getting it
Young and I'm getting it, I'm just young and I don't give a shit
I just want the money, y'all
made it legal (wow)
Higher than an eagle, leanin' like Beanie Sigel (I'm leanin')
Flyer than a pilot, jean jacket by Diesel (phew)
All-gold rocket,
him wit a side eye
Told my mama when I was young I'm a entrepreneur
My money grow on trees I'm ganjapreneur
Watch the maneuver hella horses in da
they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more hoes
Biatch
[Chorus: 2x]
More money, more cash, more hoes
parked but the rims keep moving
Sign pictures by the hundred, to the youngins in the hood cause I
Ain't Hollywood, I come from the hood I'm use to it,
in here pregnant, 'cept my partner and them
But we gettin' this money though, I'm tellin' you that
Aint just young boy
They want mo bread
The OGz aint the OGz
They just old heads
As for me
Im P
Just bridging the gap
Im always good without the weapon
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money
clothes
That's real wit them shoes, keep
It real wit they dudes
I'm sick wit the flow and this is all I know
More money, more cash, more
Hoes biatch
money than the principal
And I never made the honor roll
But I'm in the lunch line with a honor roll
You pumping iron in the weight room
I'm
Lou Ferrigno,
Made by the Nero, look like a zero,
Shine the spotlight, this is my night,
Get your cameras ready, let it rain confetti,
I'm
the building
I'm way too high for a thot and a biddie
I only fuck on the finest bitches
Since I be P, my time is different (yeah)
I want that money, I'm
jockin, now nobody's dissin
Written and produced by the new rap duo
Yes EPMD, now I'm known in school
I see the backstabbers, and the elderly creature
prevail
Bumping mailbox money
Why I give out the mail gangsta
When you living from within
It ain't nothing to be
Got the ogz looking at me
Like I'm
Discuss these im ogz by p money Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In