P Money - The Blue lyrics

[Intro: Rocket] OK Snowy Danger Gringo king Danger, whoa, well then, move [Verse 1: Snowy Danger] Oi, geezer, don't get fresh I don't wanna get vexed, box on your chest I don't wanna get vexed, box on your chops Box on your headback, write out your socks Write out your speakers, write out your tweeters Something for the grafters, something for the dealers Something for the text, man are putting in work Something for your wifey, something for your dirt Something for the road guys hitting them roads Something for the shooters letting sh** go Something for the bossman cutting them cheques Got bars for the gym man hitting them reps Lyrics for the mandem, lyrics for the girls So we go hard, our lyrics don't fail So we go in, I do damage I rep Paper, the whole team's savage [Hook: Rocket] Yo, who's on top? We got the styles and P like locks Yeah, man's hungry, been from early Don't make me snap, crackle, pop Ain't nuttin' new, blood run blue Came out the blue, came out the blocks Man got the blue, make haters blue Man, Nivea blue, we're cream of the crop Yo, who's on top? We got the styles and P like locks Yeah, man's hungry, been from early Don't make me snap, crackle, pop Ain't nuttin' new, blood run blue Came out the blue, came out the blocks Man got the blue, make haters blue Man, Nivea blue, we're cream of the crop, yeah [Verse 2: Little Dee] Yo, more money, more money, dreaming of more money I need a crib with about three floor money I've got my money but I need your money And I want no more breaking the law money They're stressed and [?] money I've got maybe but I need sure money Christian Dior tracksuit, Velour money And the mandem on tour money Plus, a Richard Milly on my wrist money I need "nah, he's taking the piss" money Wiley threw me the keys to the Bentley I'm driving about like I need some of this money Love money, hug money, kiss money f** CD, I need A-list money Nah, this ain't Lord of the Mics I'm OGz for life so I dare man diss Money [Hook: Rocket] Yo, who's on top? We got the styles and P like locks Yeah, man's hungry, been from early Don't make me snap, crackle, pop Ain't nuttin' new, blood run blue Came out the blue, came out the blocks Man got the blue, make haters blue Man, Nivea blue, we're cream of the crop Yo, who's on top? We got the styles and P like locks Yeah, man's hungry, been from early Don't make me snap, crackle, pop Ain't nuttin' new, blood run blue Came out the blue, came out the blocks Man got the blue, make haters blue Man, Nivea blue, we're cream of the crop, yeah [Verse 3: P Money] I ain't got a job I did it myself, there ain't a soul that I borrowed off If we ain't friends, stop sending me your videos I'm only going [?] if I wanna watch If you wanna follow me, then follow on But I'm going off-roads, let me see you follow off Claiming you rep worldwide, but in the credits Man's city's getting left back like Kolarov That's all Clichy, cliché I bet he didn't catch the follow-on Punch in the face, ain't sure if I'll do it Got the bottle in the thigh, you've been playing with the Molotov Real talk Tell him I'll dance for dessert if I wanna waff Eff your CD and the feds, I don't wanna cop Acting shirty till they all get collared off [Hook: Rocket] Yo, who's on top? We got the styles and P like locks Yeah, man's hungry, been from early Don't make me snap, crackle, pop Ain't nuttin' new, blood run blue Came out the blue, came out the blocks Man got the blue, make haters blue Man, Nivea blue, we're cream of the crop Yo, who's on top? We got the styles and P like locks Yeah, man's hungry, been from early Don't make me snap, crackle, pop Ain't nuttin' new, blood run blue Came out the blue, came out the blocks Man got the blue, make haters blue Man, Nivea blue, we're cream of the crop, yeah