P Money - Mad lyrics

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P Money - Mad lyrics

[Intro] [Verse: P Money] Eyo... I know nothing about cricket But, when I'm lick him for six its over You can come with all your man united I know how to swing with a club, golfer! Let me show you how I say it better You'll say I'll stick you up like a poster I'll say I'll put your back against the wall…wall Poster! MAD! Pushin' out more bread than a toaster If you're gonna play then play your cards right Don't think you can put what you want, joker! This girl clocked that I had bare friends Started wonderin' why they keep callin' me loner Saw my money started screaming Doh! That's how I got the nickname Homer MAD! Tell the guy at the North Pole I'm colder His girl don't like me but loves my music 'He's a dickhead but he's hard' bo*er! MAD! Even on my Facebook, I wouldn't poke her Right now P Money's taking the mick Pullin' more faces than players in Poker (YES!) I be trying to tone up When I'm in the gym I never pick the phone up I say I'm on a diet But, I ain't gonna lie When I'm in the whip I still do donuts... MAD! And the way I'm stackin' this paper I don't need no Barclays account I need 24 briefcases and a folder (WOOP!) Now I'm gettin' older I don't bang the Instagram poser But if I had a BB it's game over Caus' I be gettin' more pins than a bowler To a million, I keep gettin' closer Now I go cinema Where she can order Rosette and a meal with dessert To where she sits And actually watch this film on a sofa... MAD! Food on top from the controller They're like "P how do you stay sober? "You're like the Grime version of J HOVA' MAD! Now I might go to a bar in Chelsea And get me a cup, walk out a legend... Zola! MAD! Oi, wait, Old up! I just clocked When it comes to the levels I'm always high... Stoner! Spoke to more majors than a soldier Can't you see these stripes on my shoulder? Skates on my feet, bank card in my hand What do you get? High Roller! MAD! When it comes to puttin' in work Everybody looks at me Caus' I show em' what to do better than a rota MAD! Real Bipolar My opponents do not want to fight Caus' i got so much heart i could be a donor Wait... MAD! They like 'Oh my God your Metaphors are so radical' Haha...