Mad - 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'

Boner!

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…