P RUN

Fifty P's in a week, I need a hunnid least

Gentle Beatz

Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep

I run through these bows like I'm Deon, **** peon

Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn yo' P on?

Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run

Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon

Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, ****, we all ate (No small plates)

If you ask me 'bout 'em, shit, they all fake (They all fake)

We just get the money and let y'all hate, uh, uh

We just get the money and let y'all hate

AP flooded, I just spent a dubby on Goyard luggage

Baby love it when I pop my shit and let her count it for me

Cuban on her chest, new bitch, who dis?

Ain't missed a hair appointment yet, new bitch, who dis?

Garlic chicken, private chef, we'on do the Ruth's Chris

Bought you a bag the first week, bitch, I'on usually do this

If you head honcho, then it's only right you turn up ya clique

Behind the tint, I let my seat back while she give it a kiss

Big boy Rolls truck, lift ya head up, see the stars all in this bitch

Real street **** if I ever go fed, I'ma give a pod officer this dick

I did a 50k weed promo just to let my dawg have this shit

I'on want nun if it ain't that Wock', I'ma let y'all have that Tris (No, I'on want that shit)

Three honey buns on a watch just to boost up my ego

I bet' not hear 'bout him doing no hating shit, I'm taking his ho (Come here)

What I'm puffin' right now, it's gon' be 4k for this smoke

It ain't no sample or no tester, gotta pay for this dope

I run through these bows like I'm Deon, **** peon

Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn yo' P on?

Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run

Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon

Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, ****, we all ate (No small plates)

If you ask me 'bout 'em, shit, they all fake (They all fake)

We just get the money and let y'all hate, uh, uh

We just get the money and let y'all hate

Where the dice at? I'm really like that (Go get some, on God)

Take yo' **** jewelry off, where yo' ice at?

Got what they got but charging mo', I call that hype tax

You **** petty, that's why yo' trap ain't jumping like that

Uh, I can't front these ****, they take too long to pay back (Facts)

I'm having so much shit going on, I really can chill and lay back

Just to fuck off with Fatt Fox, I went rebought the Maybach

Quit actin' like a opp, if you ain't one of us, just say that

I got bows for the D Low

Get in with the Bossman, I'm who put the team on

A hunnid P's touchdown, dancing in the end zone

Like I hear my theme song

Primetime with this paper, find a bitch to spend it on

I run through these bows like I'm Deon, **** peon

Why you wait until the bitch check you to turn yo' P on?

Turnt so many brands and strands up, had a real P Run

Ice on me could cause a cold front, shit look like Freon

Uh, uh, bread by the loaf, ****, we all ate (No small plates)

If you ask me 'bout 'em, shit, they all fake (They all fake)

We just get the money and let y'all hate, uh, uh

We just get the money and let y'all hate

Fifty P's in a week, I need a hunnid least

Uh-uh, uh, uh, uh, I ain't get no sleep