Potter Payper - PMW lyrics

Pussy, money, weed
But, I can't forget the Hennessy
Drop top, one in the 'ead like John Kennedy
(Bow) blinded by the love
That you never see the jealousy

Probably why I smoke like a
Hippy in the '70s my mother was a hustler
I guess it's just hereditary (Mummy)
'Cah I can't help but seem to
Grind like there's ten of me
Come home, pushin' weight
Call it hustle memory (Get it?)
Bricks on the floor like
A primary school assembly (Forget it)
In three whole years
A lot of people didn't check for me
So now I'm home
I just hope you keep that energy (For real)
I got a G's on my kicks
Put McQueen on my chick
My machine on my hip
'cah I got beef on my strip
I put the G in gang, 'cah I'm a G on my own

Pussy, money, weed, I just need the Patrón
I used to pat man down like
Where my keys? Where my phone? (Where they?)
I told probation I'm a rapper
Now just leave me alone ('Low me)
I don't understand a lot of man
But each to their own
I really mashed a lot of work
I don't need to promote
I'm 'bout to drop a mixtape
And I don't need to promote

But fuck it, Training Day, Training Day
That's three in a row
And I just got a reload
I'm 'bout to ski up the slopes
When I remember nights I used
To sleep in the cold (Freezin')
'Til I learned to rock with
This grease in a bowl
D Zino'll probably scheme on your grow
Put the tracker on your motor
Watch you leavin' your home
I got grub comin' in for as cheap as it goes
And if you're puttin' in the work
Then you can see the results
I said you're puttin in the work
You're gon' see the results (Trust me)

Pussy, money, weed, I just need a Courvoisier
Gang trap, bang
That's all apart of the dosier
I smell like weed
This ain't Jean Paul Gaultier (Nah)
Brown on the table but
That ain't coffee stains I can't lie to you
Crime pays in a lot of ways
You gotta catch a bird for you
To know it's not a game

But, I got beef and sauce like bolognese
But, I got fire and I'm like Johnny Blaze
(Haha) thirty six hours in the booth
But, I've had longer days
Mind how you speak or my G
I'll box your face
Lucky I ain't let this ting
Sing like Songs of Praise
Don't get lost 'round 'ere G
The block's a maze barking and Dagenham
Bodies just drop like fashion
And we got a OT passion (Real life)
I got Chucks with me
You don't want that action
RIP, another Instagram caption

Pussy, money, weed, and a one-two Magnum
When I'm with shawty, pretty bad
Ride me like Harley
She get wet-wet like a swimming pool party
Back it up 'pon me like Notting Hill Carni'
Get money and I still grind, I'm gnarly
And I ain't tryna play no game like Serani
(No way) yo, I said I ain't tryna
Play no game like Serani

Pussy, money, weed
And I can't forget the Hennessy
Drop top, one in the 'ead like John Kennedy
(Bow) you're blinded by the love
That you never see the jealousy (Nah, never)
Pussy, money, weed, I just need the Patrón
(Need that) i told probation I'm a rapper
Now just leave me alone (Leave that)
I really mashed a lot of work
That I don't need to promote (Believe that)
I'm 'bout to drop a mixtape that
I don't need to promote
Pussy, money, weed, I just need a Courvoisier
Gang trap, bang
That's all apart of the dosier
I can't lie to you
Crime pays in a lot of ways (For real)
You gotta hold a bird for you
To know it's not a game

Free the guys I can't lie to you
Crime pays in a lot of ways 2020 Vision
Pussy, money, weed yeah, that's that