P Money - Shotta lyrics

[Hook] Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots" Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots" Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like [Verse 1] Yo, it starts with the bar The crowd sing along when I start off a bar Sometimes I forget the start of the bar Sometimes they already started the bar You know me, I don't MC for a laugh But you know me, cuzzy, I'm calm and a laugh P, never been after the charts I erupt on mic and I lava on dance You know why? Cause I'm not a bossman, I'm a boss Self-employed badman with bars Come on then, show me your rudeboy bars Next verse, I'll show you rudeboy bars Yeah, I've got one of them slogan bars Clash me, you might have to hold them bars You ain't me, you can never own them bars When I drop this, everybody knows them bars cause [Hook] Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots" Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots" Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like [Verse 2] At the back in the corner And got chronic like it was a slew dem ting 2015, yeah, it's a crew dem ting Educate, look after yute dem ting Bring out the vinyls, dust off the needles No d**, nah, we don't do dem tings Part of the verse, I'll be kicking out fans like Nah blud, you don't do dem tings Somebody tell em we don't do dem tings Round here blud, we don't do dem tings Get man sacked, I might do dem tings Fall in love with a sket? We don't do dem tings Nah, I said we don't do that Mek riddims drop then bring the tune back Salute the MC like gwan, are you that? Old-school vinyls, I brought the mood back like [Hook] Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots" Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots" Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like [Verse 3] You know why? Cuh man are rudeboy Got tools, none of them are spanners, rudeboy Your crew? That's full of spanners, rudeboy Your boot? That's full of spanners, rudeboy On deck, might hear a spanner, rudeboy On deck, your DJ's a clanger, rudeboy Swag, not one banger, rudeboy Uppercut man like stand up, rudeboy, like Blud, where was your manners, rudeboy? Come here, I'll teach you manners, rudeboy Lewisham? That's my manor, rudeboy New Cross? That's my manor, rudeboy Sydenham? That's my manor, rudeboy Blue Borough? That's my manor, rudeboy I don't wanna see man walk off stage So next time we could go Jammer's, rudeboy, like [Hook] Yo, I walk in the rave like "boss, give me four shots" Nah, this ain't gully enough, Royal-T, give me more shots Onstage, photographer's taking shots of my clique like After the rave, man's got backshots for my chick like