Lyrics My Lingo - P Money

My Lingo

Yeah, Money Over Everyone
OG’z, mad
Yeah
Some things you just need to say
Real talk, that’s my lingo
Real talk, that’s my lingo
If you can’t talk like this, bro
Then I ain’t really hearing shit, bro
See, there’s a lot of man out there with this knowledge
But they ain’t educating like this, bro
But they’ll tell 'em 'bout whips and tricks, though
Nothing else going on, is that it, bro?
Real talk, that’s my lingo
Real talk, that’s my lingo
If you can’t talk like this, bro
Then I ain’t really hearing shit, bro
See, there’s a lot of man out there with this knowledge
But they ain’t educating like this, bro
But they’ll tell 'em 'bout whips and tricks, though
Nothing else going on, is that it, bro?
I was chatting to a yout, having a verbal spar
He said P, I rate you, you’ve really gone far
I wanna go far too
This year, I’m going hard, I want a hundred large
I said a hundred large?
What you splashing that on?
Man said a car
Brudda, where’s your drive?
Brudda, where’s your yard?
F that car
You’re acting like you’re a boss
But you ain’t in charge
Wining, dining, all these girls you don’t know
And you can’t even dance
You’re dumb, you spent your money in the brass
Brudda, where’s your mum?
Brudda, where’s your aunt?
Wait, stop this there
Brudda, where’s your besties?
Where’s your dargs?
You find that interesting, I find it depressing
Excuse my aggression, but you blame the oppression
Bro, that ain’t oppression, you know what that is?
You and your dickhead bredrins, gassed up on a next ting
None of you’s real, your mind’s based off a film
Where you’re just acting real, trust me
Real talk, that’s my lingo
Real talk, that’s my lingo
If you can’t talk like this, bro
Then I ain’t really hearing shit, bro
See, there’s a lot of man out there with this knowledge
But they ain’t educating like this, bro
But they’ll tell 'em 'bout whips and tricks, though
Nothing else going on, is that it, bro?
Real talk, that’s my lingo
Real talk, that’s my lingo
If you can’t talk like this, bro
Then I ain’t really hearing shit, bro
See, there’s a lot of man out there with this knowledge
But they ain’t educating like this, bro
But they’ll tell 'em 'bout whips and tricks, though
Nothing else going on, is that it, bro?
No care for the little things
No phone, just an iPod, fuck a micro-card, my ears are full of Little Simz
Mad, that one goes over your head, tell em I’ve got the Ronaldo dinks
The iPod and those tunes must have a broken relationship, every track just syncs
I sell knowledge but these kids wanna buy mink
Fake managers tryna make drinks
I’m feeling gassed, I don’t mean gassed up, I mean everyone’s attitude stinks
All because of a rose gold link, on a showboat ting
I’m sitting here like rah, since when was showboats in?
They’re fucking worse than a Soho ting
Acting like they’re kings of the world
50 likes?
Well done, you’re a photo king
I don’t know Pinnochio, all I know is when you speak your nose pokes in
Brudda, you’re on a real joke ting
When I go in, I put it all in
Can’t withdraw like I don’t know PINs
They’re claiming they’re real but right now I smell something fishy
And them man are looking real thin, trust me
Real talk, that’s my lingo
Real talk, that’s my lingo
If you can’t talk like this, bro
Then I ain’t really hearing shit, bro
See, there’s a lot of man out there with this knowledge
But they ain’t educating like this, bro
But they’ll tell 'em 'bout whips and tricks, though
Nothing else going on, is that it, bro?
Real talk, that’s my lingo
Real talk, that’s my lingo
If you can’t talk like this, bro
Then I ain’t really hearing shit, bro
See, there’s a lot of man out there with this knowledge
But they ain’t educating like this, bro
But they’ll tell 'em 'bout whips and tricks, though
Nothing else going on, is that it, bro?
Yeah, not enough people saying the right things
Not enough people giving the right knowledge
Making us out to be these
People that just care about whips
Bullshit, dumb chicks
It’s lies though, some of us are actually smart out here
Trust me, I thought I’d be the one to say it
Real talk