P Money - Money lyrics

[Verse 1: P Money] A couple years ago was a tragedy Went mad, had my ex-girl mad- God said he had a plan for me Then he went and took my f**ing 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 Motherf**er, that's money You can't tell me sh** 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 Motherf**er, 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 bu*ton 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 bu*tons 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 [Hook: P Money] Brudda, that's money Motherf**er, that's money You can't tell me sh** 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 [Bridge: Splurgeboys & P Money] Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout, unless you're talking 'bout Unless you're talking 'bout money [Verse 3: P Money] I've got the money for a mad yard I'll rubbish your whip like a scrapyard I'm upgrading my plate to a private Just coulda did it with the bank card Certain man think that's hard Have you seen what's inside my watch though? What was in those bags? Nothing much, probably a watch though f** it, I'm a badman I said f** it, I'm a badman In a black cab and I'm on the radio Getting paid more than the cab man I'm bait in the bank, fam Cause I withdraw money like a madman I put my gold in, end up in Westfield Cause I'm treating cashpoints like a satnav [Hook: P Money] Brudda, that's money Motherf**er, that's money You can't tell me sh** 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 [Bridge: Splurgeboys & P Money] Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout, unless you're talking 'bout Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout money Unless you're talking 'bout, unless you're talking 'bout Unless you're talking 'bout money