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p money - look how many lyrics

[intro: p money]
you jokers
money over everyone
i’m in a skyscr-per right now
with the mandem
man look how many man’s lying though
you make me sick!
oi!

[verse 1: p money]
look how many man’s trying
i think i catted about twenty mcs
in the scene that are tryna look henny
fully g-ssed up, none of you man are ready
i roll with the ting that’s l!cked down many
it’s not a ting if you man think you’re heavy
wanna squeeze the semi (heads are flying)
bare headtops on the telly
that what happens when you chop off the belly
see i don’t mind when a crew wanna test
i [?] everybody gets buried
magical straps, turn man into jelly
and the night tings ain’t gonna cease twenty
shows to your bed and flip man like a jezzy
one by one they violate
one by one they’ll be dying all the time
like kenny

[hook: p money]
look how many man’s trying
i’m like “wait, watch this” (boy!)
look how many man’s flying
and now you got man on the news
like “look how many man’s dying!”
i’m in the scene with bare mcs
and look how many man’s lying
everybody apart from og’z

[verse 2: blacks & p money]
look how many man’s trying
don’t violate me fam it won’t work
c-ck back the pump and see how it works
(boy!) now that’s how it works
got one ting that will rock and roll earth
so i don’t care about too many man
becuh’, becuh’, i got a new heater
i’ll leave man dead on the speaker
in a war ting don’t bring me to feature
one in a chest piece, one in a neck
holding the ting like “fam who’s next?”
fake grime artists getting me vexed
watch when i catch him, oi fam he’s next
stand over him then boom in the neck
pepper him up with shots in the leg
like “yeah, still holding the mash again”

[verse 3: germs & p money]
yo
look how many man’s trying
they must be smocking the rocks
that’s your whole or a shot
stop talking a lot
i’ll take your wifey and move to your block
and i’ll fill it with c-ck
i don’t work in a barber’s shop
but i’ve got a part of your high top
why not? i’m like “my god”
man ah gotta run from the sky cops
black and red r6 got keys in
now i’m back in the ends and i’m geezing
and no i’m not sleeping
i’m at terminal three
where? in tight jeans gotta make
eastern flights who been in, i’m puerto rican
now i’m at the beach i’m sleeping
blacks run, told man “f-ck competing”

[verse 4: p money]
look how many man’s dying
that’s what they scream on the news
one shot l!cks and your whole team’s
on the news, heavy artillery
army and generals behind me
man’s got a fleet full of goons
that will beat in your face
forgetting beating the tune
plastic bags over the gucci
see i can’t let a next man
bead on my shoes, lack something off
forget beef on the tune
i don’t mind if twenty man wanna back it
that’s another twenty heads leaving the room
shotgun bearing deep in your wounds
if and if you make it to the hospital
they’re gonna have a madness cleaning your wounds
body parts all over the place
they’re gonna have a stakeout when they’re cleaning the room

- p money lyrics

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