Money P Money (Ft. Splurgeboys)

[Verse 1: P Money]
A couple years ago was a tragedy
When mad had my ex girl mad
God said he had a plan for me
Then he went and took my fucking granddad from me
Baffled me
Like how can you take man's grand from me?
But then I went hard for the mortgage
Now there's 400 grands in the family

[Hook: P Money]
Brudda, that's money
Motherfucker, that's money
You can't tell me shit
Unless you make more money
I don't care about whips
That don't make you money
Can't mention P
Unless you're talking 'bout money

[Verse 2: P Money]
Look what you started
Man, look what you started
I ain't had a top ten
But this plane I'm sitting on's chartered
I draw girls easy
Motherfucker, I'm an artist
My weight's my business
My stocky figure's on the market
I don't think about holidays, I just click on a button
I ring my girl and my cousins, I say "I'm going, you coming?
It's not four in a room, it's four rooms, are you buzzing?"
So they keep hating but they ain't telling me nothing
It's all a one-sided game cause they don't press any buttons
I give my cousin a magazine and say "shopping, choose something"
And then we turn up at yards, pretend we're selling yutes something
Cause that's money