With da P's

With the Ps Yeah. Yeah With the P's Turn-me-up, Mmm... I keep it P. It's no surprise She give me top. I'm paralyzed She telling lies. She Advertise If I don't want it, I'm cutting ties Why they hating. I win the prize Got the white girl cooking apple pies I could never ever tell a lie But the broke boy tell it to survive Obama Called. He said wassup The money long. We turning up Like Astronaut. I'm burning up If-you-broke-you-know-you-outta-luck The homie seasick, he-keep-it-tucked You outta line... he'll line you up If-you-brave-I-dare-you-to-pull-up He gone mow you down it's not a bluff With the Ps With the P's Yeah. Yeah With the P's Mmm... Counting cheese Counting cheese Yeah yeah With the P's Making Bank Empire, money moves The hunnies love us, you-know-they-gone-choose We chasing after bags we let you snooze Touch on my ice then you make the news They searching for your soul. They have no clues All we do is win we never Lose I'm hanging with the gangstas. We outside We acting ignorant, they pull they blinds You-are-not-a-baddy ! close your thighs We call you sharmuta, make you cry She-panicking-like-she-is-gonna-die We having fun and kill it all the time I'm too ignant, I can't behave All this ice on me. She's gonna crave I make dolla bills and save the day For my people, we gone pave a way With the Ps With the Ps Huh huh Counting cheese Counting cheese