Bars & Dat P Money

(Let the beat get torn!)

[Intro: P Money]
Live on mic you know who’s in charge
Live on decks you know who’s in charge
Live on mic you know who’s in charge

[Chorus: P Money]
I’m P! You know bars and dat
Every track I drop I got bars and dat
Producers like “Who’s got bars and dat?”
Yo gimme this I got bars and dat
Heard your album I heard your singles
It was all commercial, shit bars and dat
Live on mic I got bars and dat
Back 2 back I got bars and dat
(Come on!)

[Verse 1: P Money]
Sick of mans sayin’ they’re the best
Honestly it don’t make no sense
Like there ain't P and no vets
Like there ain't no Trip and no Ghetts
Sometimes it gets me so vexed
No manager and no stress
I own my music I couldn’t get fucked if I sold sex
Man wanna work til they hear the price tryna get a verse on Tic
Well you dealing with a Rolex
I see clearer than OLED
Boy I don’t write with this hand it can go left
P’s got, harder lines than a coke head
Like which one of you man wanna troll next? (Who?)
Sign for life you are so dead
Tell ‘em I said: You, need your head and your soul checked
Hundred percent and no less
I ain’t gotta fuck no girls to leave homes wrecked
I just, pull up in a black car, black drill, black wheels
Glove full of mash like croquettes
Wolverine when I jump out my chair and bore you
Do not take me for an old ex
Yo, these man have got no friends
Can’t even walk in your own ends, blud who knows them?
Still out here with the robbers and shottaz
That have more flockin' to the rock than Stonehenge!