Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lyrics , by - P Money. Song from the album Money Over Everyone 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 30.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Money
Song language: English
Lyrics |
| I took a year out |
| And I came back like 'What, fam?' |
| Any MC squarin' up I’ll box man |
| See when I’m on man, hand ting up close |
| Give a man wings, youngers callin' me bossman (oi bossman) |
| Ribs or legs what you want fam |
| I? |
| top guys I don’t wear top man |
| Still on job fam |
| I ain’t no gym freak, still pickin' up somthin' heavy when I spot man (bah!) |
| You get me? |
| You know like that |
| You’re ringin' off at who? |
| I got street cred brudda I can phone right back |
| Ask the price roll right back |
| React quicker than no life Shaq (brrr) |
| In training you’re a tram manna Eurostar them manna got no live tracks (yeah?) |
| On big enough to sleep on you man ain’t even had shows like that, cause |
| Me |
| Nobody matters |
| Blacked out, big teeth, or it’s a blade so |
| Canada Goose while I wrap up these rappers (or) |
| Or trappers |
| Chat about snitchin', nobody snitched blud you’re in jail cause you went in the |
| booth on a whole tune and blabbered |
| You are takin' the piss, you’re bladdered (drunk) |
| You ain’t a stackers |
| Hopin' your ten-team bet comes in when I’m getting a few hundred K from an |
| ackers |
| (999 yeah this track gettin' battered) |
| I gave a young gun a booting |
| highlights givin' it to (mad) |
| I don’t know any computer geeks deep, they’re serious hackers (mmm) |
| I got a new one and I might call this 'Jack' |
| Ca' manna touch mic they can’t tell me jack (yeah) |
| Jump in the riddim and the riddim get jack (che!) |
| Your wifey wanted my number, when she ask for my name I said it was Jack |
| (hahaha) |
| Backstage lif' up her skirt like Jack (mmm) |
| Now when you beat she’s moaning «Jaack» |
| Got you thinking «Who the hell’s Jack?» |
| (huh?) |
| Look in her phone bet you gonna see 'Jack' (ah!) |
| Text messages, bet you gonna see 'Jack' (ah!) |
| Call register, bet you gonna see 'Jack' |
| WhatsApp too, yeah, you gonna see 'Jack' (oi Jack) |
| Now you’re rounding up your bredrins gassed up like «Nah, man’s gonna kill Jack» |
| (nah) |
| Then you realize P Money is Jack (wut?) |
| And walk past me like you can’t see jack (shook) |
| You think man’s stupid |
| Cause I dress like this and do grime music |
| They hear my crowd and they think «Who's this? |
| He must be good tho, look how they lose it!» |
| They can’t holla me whenever they choose it |
| Whenever they talk man block and mute it |
| MC sign deals and think they’re ballers |
| Brudda I will take your deal and boot it |
| About «why». |
| Man’s not stupid |
| You walked in fresh never owed nobody you signed a contract then left with debt |
| (ah?) |
| Ain’t got a clue. |
| To them man it’s Rubik’s |
| And your A&R secretly knew this |
| He don’t care, and your manager spent your first ten percent then jumped on a |
| cruise ship |
| I woulda dashed that contact out like Bang! |
| I never got the award ca' I’m still putting man inna hospital ward |
| If I pull up in a Honda Accord (ah!) |
| It’s long clips teeth so big he’ll have to floss with a sword (mad) |
| I don’t know why they wanted a war |
| I ball out with hooligans I’m scrappin' at home and abroad |
| You weren’t there you were at home with your broad (mmm) |
| Tell 'em when I’m chefin' this beef I ain’t messin' Gordon Rams' couldn’t |
| handle the sauce (huh?) |
| Big boy sets surrounded by 20 dead MC’s feelin' like I’m trapped in a morgue |
| Turn man into a corpse, burn man alive with the Fantastic Four |
| What you expect when you man gas up a torch (ah?) |
| Sets on my own, mic in my left, blade in my right never EVER had my back to the |
| door |
| Luke Skywalks when I cut man with force |
| You don’t want me battlin' |
| Batter 'im when I grab a snake and rattle it |
| Firing so many shells from the top the ground looks like a gravel pit (woah) |
| Wanna see what I got 'till I unravel it (sh!) |
| Look how they stutter and babble it |
| You ain’t on backin' it (ah!) |
| When it gets messy they don’t tackle it (ah!) |
| Take who chain? |
| I bought? |
| You ain’t havin' it (nope!) |
| Never caught that line but claim you’re trap, innit? |
| Fool, it’s not that innit? |
| (nah) |
| You ain’t got the belly you’re chattin' it |
| If I left the money you’re grabbin' it |
| Skateboard MC. |
| You been on the grind for years without stackin' it, |
| every year attackin' it |
| That’s why I’m busy |
| Summer after summer |
| Man knows man busy |
| They don’t know Dylan but still every MC that I span knows what it’s like to be |
| Dizzee (mad) |