Keep It P Lyrics – Money Man

Read the full Keep It P lyrics by Money Man and DaBoii along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Money Man’s music, you can also explore Outta Here and Socials, two other songs by Money Man.

[Intro]
Hating-ass n!gga need to shut the fu*k up, n!gga
(Reece, take em’ to church)

[Chorus: Money Man]
Yeah, I’m told I’ma keep it P, come and get a P from me
Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three
Push up with that talking, he just capping, who the fu*k is he?
Push up with that glizzy, he’ll get hit with this Glock 23
Tuck-ins just to blend, I’m in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V’s
PJ straight to Houston ’cause they picked me up inside the sleeve
Grow house in a CP9, get raided, we ain’t tripping, yeah
Four hoes drain the plastic, fu*k the kids, you know I’m pimping, yeah

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Jroc watched me open this b!tch up, look how I whip it, yeah
Trap spot in the trenches, you can’t come because it’s wicked there
Bought my b!tch a Cuban, but I told her, “Stuff all them racks in it”
I can’t see y’all n!ggas, too much smoke inside my atmosphere
Goyard full of paper, weigh me down just like some gravity
Black truck full of shooters, when I pull up, they in back of me
Closet full of firearms, I hope that ATF don’t come
I’ma cop another charm, the shark piece is the latest one
Drop the dancer off and then I went and picked the doctor up
Exotic custom builds, you know I had to split the chopper up
He ain’t in rotation, he just sitting around that b!tch pressed
At Taboo in Miami, yeah, we left that b!tch a fu*king mess
Went and bought a hundred Ps from Sac, that my side quest
How much money do we got for real? B!tch, just tryna guess
Million every hour, told my label, “I can’t go for less”
C8, I just pulled up on him, picked her up inside the ‘Vette

[Chorus: Money Man]
Yeah, I’m told I’ma keep it P, come and get a P from me
Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three
Push up with that talking, he just capping, who the fu*k is he?
Push up with that glizzy, he’ll get hit with this Glock 23

Tuck-ins just to blend, I’m in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V’s
PJ straight to Houston ’cause they picked me up inside the sleeve
Grow house in a CP9, get raided, we ain’t tripping, yeah
Four hoes drain the plastic, fu*k the kids, you know I’m pimping, yeah

[Verse 2: DaBoii]
Tryna stay away from the gangster s*it, but I’m still with it though
Still remember days that we was robbing, scamming bipping loads
You ain’t tryna shoot or tryna drive, then find a different road
Told my youngins, “Leet’s go get some dope,” they got a itch to score
Tryna stay alive and dodge the system, but I’m fresh to death
B!tch ain’t tryna fu*k, I’m like, “Aight, then baby, exit left”
Running up a check like every day, but I ain’t catch a breath
Told the baby, “Guys, calm it down,” but all they know is step
Finna hit the stage and go perform with my Glock 26
Answering my phone from random b!tches, I’m like, “Who is this?”
Bro just hit my line, he got a play for about twenty bricks
Ain’t tryna fu*k with me, I laugh it off like, “Yeah, you losing, b!tch”
Every time a n!gga hit the scene, I bring the diamonds out
Better keep your b!tch up on that lease before I fly her out
In the streets, I know that I signed what I signed up for, I ain’t signing out
I remember I was broke and doing bad, but now I’m shining now, n!gga

[Chorus: Money Man]
Yeah, I’m told I’ma keep it P, come and get a P from me
Aim it with the blick, I shoot the stick just like he shoot a three
Push up with that talking, he just capping, who the fu*k is he?
Push up with that glizzy, he’ll get hit with this Glock 23
Tuck-ins just to blend, I’m in Fort Lauderdale at Eddie V’s
PJ straight to Houston ’cause they picked me up inside the sleeve
Grow house in a CP9, get raided, we ain’t tripping, yeah
Four hoes drain the plastic, fu*k the kids, you know I’m pimping, yeah