The Blue - P Money, Rocket, Little Dee

Snowy Danger

Gringo king

Danger, whoa, well then, move

Oi, geezer, don’t get fresh

I don’t wanna get vexed, box on your chest

I don’t wanna get vexed, box on your chops

Box on your headback, write out your socks

Write out your speakers, write out your tweeters

Something for the grafters, something for the dealers

Something for the taxman, I’m putting in work

Something for your wifey, something for your dirt

Something for the road guys hitting them roads

Something for the shooters letting shit go

Something for the bossman cutting them cheques

Got bars for the gym man hitting them reps

Lyrics for the mandem, lyrics for the girls

Snowy go hard, no, my lyrics don’t fail

Snowy go in, I do damage

I rep Paper, my whole team’s savage

Yo, who’s on top?

We got the styles and P like Lox

Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early

Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop

Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue

Came out the blue, came out the blocks

Man got the blue, make haters blue

Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop

Yo, who’s on top?

We got the styles and P like Lox

Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early

Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop

Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue

Came out the blue, came out the blocks

Man got the blue, make haters blue

Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop, yeah

Yo, more money, more money, dreaming of more money

I need a crib with about three floor money

I’ve got my money but I need your money

And I want no more breaking the law money

They’re stressed and weighin' dough money

I’ve got maybe but I need sure money

Christian Dior tracksuit, Velour money

And the mandem on tour money

Plus, a Richard Milly on my wrist money

I need «nah, he’s taking the piss» money

Wiley threw me the keys to the Bentley

I’m driving about like I need some of this money

Love money, hug money, kiss money

Fuck C B, I need A-list money

Nah, this ain’t Lord of the Mics

I’m OGz for life so I dare man diss Money

Yo, who’s on top?

We got the styles and P like Lox

Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early

Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop

Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue

Came out the blue, came out the blocks

Man got the blue, make haters blue

Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop

Yo, who’s on top?

We got the styles and P like Lox

Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early

Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop

Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue

Came out the blue, came out the blocks

Man got the blue, make haters blue

Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop, yeah

I ain’t got a job

I did it myself, there ain’t a soul that I borrowed off

If we ain’t friends, stop sending me your videos

I’m only going if I wanna watch

If you wanna follow me, then follow on

But I’m going off-roads, let me see you follow off

Claiming you rep worldwide, but in the credits

Man’s city’s getting left back like Kolarov

That’s all Clichy, cliché

I bet he didn’t catch the follow-on

Punch in the face, ain’t sure if I’ll do it

Got the bottle in the thigh, you’ve been playing with the Molotov

Real talk

Tell him I’ll dance for dessert if I wanna waff

Eff your CD and the feds, I don’t wanna cop

Acting shirty till they all get collared off

Yo, who’s on top?

We got the styles and P like Lox

Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early

Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop

Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue

Came out the blue, came out the blocks

Man got the blue, make haters blue

Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop

Yo, who’s on top?

We got the styles and P like Lox

Yeah, man’s hungry, been from early

Don’t make me snap, crackle, pop

Ain’t nuttin' new, blood run blue

Came out the blue, came out the blocks

Man got the blue, make haters blue

Man, Nivea blue, we’re cream of the crop, yeah