Lyrics:
by Rambo
And my career's goin' up like the doors on a Lambo
P-L-A-Y-B-O-Y-hyphen-T
P-L-A-Y-B-O-Y-hyphen-T
P
them panties
As I sip my wine she handed me some crackers
And dropped to her knees
Told me about the full moon
And offered some cheese
P-IM-P
forehead
Up all night laying the pipe
Pass out with two baddies by my side
She love when I'm countin' the cash up
We gettin higher than NASA
Face down, but
out here
P snapbacks on niggas heads out here
So don't you come fuckin' with the little homie
So OG they call me Tony
Montana, no French, my red
your boy, and forced me to do evil
I created an iron suit, to protect my people
Escaped, bound to be Ironman the great
The billionaire Tony Starks'll
its on sight
High class bougie hoes always kept my mind right
Real money never loud, tell by the silent type
Thirsty bitches love the life, sniffing
But we still succeed
I might, pull up, in that, jeep
Doin' Krispy Kreme's, woah
We did so much for them P's
So much for them P's
Never sell my soul, I'd
before
This is my casino so bet it all, my motto for my team is bread it one then bread it all
La la la la la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
[Chorus:]
Just another day, selling ice cream in the bay
And fools trying to get him for his pay
But Master P don't play, it's all about money
Tony, I stay with that iron, they say it's all love, But I know that they lyin', I don't
Give a fuck though, shoot this bitch up, you play With my
a pack meet
Everysince 12 boy i trapped by my lonely
When i was 14 did run for tha homie
He got caught up an did time for a stoley
I stay w tha brodies
Gold isn't gold 'less it's tested by fire
No Tony Stark but we stronger with iron
The ground here feel Rocky but we turned out fine
Feel like God
and never come back if I could
[Chorus (50 Cent & The Game):]
Hate it or love it the underdog's on top
And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
Go
P.O. deliver
Pieces all fresh out the factory, courtesy of streets, I'm blessed
My momma couldn't said it the best
Started 1090's out in Trenton
And I
P's up, so I can take gran out the country, 'fore she leaves us
Don't step on my toes or you call me your bro, its not all love all that
It's not all
all in my notifications
I slide with a TEC-9, get to raging
You say you a shooter
But you writing statements
I call my plug, he got P’s in Jamaica
I
Just thug niggas showin' us love
- showin' us love
It will be returned
[Noreaga (Billy Danze)
C.N.N. yo (M.O.P. yo)
C.N.N. yo (M.O.P. yo)
C.N.N. yo
Just thug niggas showin' us love
- showin' us love
It will be returned
[Noreaga (Billy Danze)
C.N.N. yo (M.O.P. yo)
C.N.N. yo (M.O.P. yo)
C.N.N. yo
groupies on my P's and Q's when I'm serving a QP
Keep trying find love then you going lose me my paper stack up your shit looseleaf
My team stay strapped
ting me haffi tell you is the reason why
Sean-a-Paul givin' the love to all the fine supafly girls
Check me, cah you done know so you erect me
I'm
never backwards
Pounds of weed and tons of coca, I ran off on Sosa, baby
All my bitches love a gangster, all my bodies drug-related
Things escalated,
to the right like Sancho, 'tony, Rash
She wanna see all the girls, that iPhone, but she can't have my phone on tap
Can't have my phone on tap (Haah)
This sim is
fuck all these hoes ain't a bitch I need
Nigga say he took my bitch but he ain't bothering me
Truth be told I could fuck his Momma and just keep it P
I
'em touch
Give me that thing that I love
Put your hands up, make 'em touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Put your hands up, make 'em touch, touch
A-P-P-L-A-U-S-E
Put
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