Break It Down
P-Money Lyrics


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[Chorus]
Same shit, a different day, bluntin
Same sucka niggas in the way, uh
But I'ma show you how a nigga play
Fuck the bitches and the snitches
Get away, we gonn break it down
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me

Yeah, we broke the mimosas and the Mexican bitches
Five star hotel, she move that work out of Texas and shit
Give me the L's I might remember your name
But I swear I love you my whole life
Long as you give me some change
I need a down bitch, move over 9, sucka propound bitch
Keep that pussy local, when handle my out of town shit
Head against the bitch, she was hair black and Italian
Neighbors are red due, with the pussy, beside mine bitch
Riding, in my El Camino fresher than a motherfucker
Guess I'm a hot water whipper, just let my mother brother
Three hour dotter, get thirty minutes of visitation
Same man on in to be here in and out of your situation
Staring at the world through my mirror,
I'm posted up this buck a bubblegum and sippin syrup
I'm platinum in the streets so fuck your motherfucking speech
Put a duck hole on this rap shit till they let a nigga in
It's the ghetto motherfucker!

(Hook)
Same shit, a different day, bluntin
Same sucka niggas in the way, uh
But I'ma show you how a nigga play
Fuck the bitches and the snitches
Get away, we gonn break it down
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me
Break it down, break it down for me

Woke up next to a kilo and a Columbian
A Cohiba, half of Mojito and some rubber bands
Filled up with honey bees, at least 100g's
She keep me on my toes, I keep her on her knees,
She will swallow it all, then go shop at the mall,
My bag lady will make Erica Body applaud
Ah, surround rap with this shiffer baby
Grand for grand, if you tryina ship for daily
You bitch, break it down, break it down for me
Go wild, we serve em hand to hand, hit the town for me
Clock work, every day on the ave
You crook collect on the corner, or you can stay here and beg
I'm triple twerkin off that motherfucking loud
Did you think that I would bring all this I was the cloud
A chronic smoke that I left floating, I'm literally left costin'
Same shit, different day, gang wrist, I'm pitchin' yay





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

In P-Money's song "Break It Down," the chorus sets the tone of the song as being about the repetition of everyday life, the obstacles and people that get in the way and how to overcome them. The lyrics exude confidence in taking control and doing things your way, without antagonizing those who do not understand your vision. Breaking down boundaries is the result of taking risks and being true to yourself without focusing on things that do not matter. The verse tells a story of a lavish lifestyle, with references to drugs and women, but also touches on the challenges this lifestyle brings, such as keeping a relationship, dealing with out-of-towners, and the consequences of illegal activities. P-Money explores the theme of power and control, highlighting how things come with a price, but ultimately, staying true to who you are is what matters most.


Line by Line Meaning

Same shit, a different day, bluntin
Every day is the same, just trying to get high and escape reality.


Same sucka niggas in the way, uh
The same weak people keep getting in the way of success and progress.


But I'ma show you how a nigga play
I'll show you how to succeed and thrive in this environment.


Fuck the bitches and the snitches
Don't trust anyone, especially those who gossip or betray you.


Get away, we gonn break it down
Let's get away from everything and break down our problems to tackle them head-on.


Break it down, break it down for me
Let's analyze and simplify everything until it's manageable.


Yeah, we broke the mimosas and the Mexican bitches
We partied hard with beautiful women at a fancy hotel.


Five star hotel, she move that work out of Texas and shit
A high-class hotel where women smuggle drugs from Texas.


Give me the L's I might remember your name
If you give me some weed, I might remember who you are.


But I swear I love you my whole life
I'll always love and appreciate those who help me out.


Long as you give me some change
As long as you give me some money.


I need a down bitch, move over 9, sucka propound bitch
I need a loyal woman who doesn't snitch, not a fake one who talks too much.


Keep that pussy local, when handle my out of town shit
Don't cheat on me when I'm out of town handling business.


Head against the bitch, she was hair black and Italian
I had sex with an Italian woman with black hair.


Neighbors are red due, with the pussy, beside mine bitch
My neighbors are jealous of the woman I'm having sex with.


Riding, in my El Camino fresher than a motherfucker
Driving in my El Camino, looking brand new and stylish.


Guess I'm a hot water whipper, just let my mother brother
I'm doing well and making a lot of money, just let me be.


Three hour dotter, get thirty minutes of visitation
If you're in jail, you only get a small amount of time to visit with loved ones.


Same man on in to be here in and out of your situation
The same people who were there for you before will be there for you again.


Staring at the world through my mirror,
Reflecting on the world and my place in it.


I'm posted up this buck a bubblegum and sippin syrup
I'm sitting around, chewing gum and drinking cough syrup.


I'm platinum in the streets so fuck your motherfucking speech
I'm successful and respected in the streets, so don't try to talk down to me.


Put a duck hole on this rap shit till they let a nigga in
I'll keep rapping until I'm finally accepted and recognized.


It's the ghetto motherfucker!
This is my life in the ghetto, and I'm proud of it.


Woke up next to a kilo and a Columbian
I woke up next to drugs and a woman from Colombia.


A Cohiba, half of Mojito and some rubber bands
Smoking a cigar, drinking a cocktail, and holding money.


Filled up with honey bees, at least 100g's
Carrying a lot of cash.


She will swallow it all, then go shop at the mall,
The woman will do anything for money, including performing sexual acts, and then spend it all shopping.


My bag lady will make Erica Body applaud
My drug dealer is so good, she'll impress anyone.


Ah, surround rap with this shiffer baby
My rap is surrounded by drugs and violence.


Grand for grand, if you tryina ship for daily
If you're selling drugs, I'll pay you in cash, but only if you ship them every day.


You bitch, break it down, break it down for me
You, my girlfriend, need to break down the drugs into smaller quantities to sell.


Go wild, we serve em hand to hand, hit the town for me
Let's sell drugs directly, one-on-one, and make money all around town.


Clock work, every day on the ave
Every day, like clockwork, selling drugs on the avenue.


You crook collect on the corner, or you can stay here and beg
Either sell drugs on the corner and make money, or beg for it.


I'm triple twerkin off that motherfucking loud
I'm really high on drugs, especially marijuana.


Did you think that I would bring all this I was the cloud
Did you think I'd come empty-handed, like a cloud without rain?


A chronic smoke that I left floating, I'm literally left costin'
The smoke from my marijuana lingers in the air, and it's leaving me broke.


Same shit, different day, gang wrist, I'm pitchin' yay
Every day is the same, but I'm still selling drugs and making money.


[Chorus]
Reiterating the idea that every day is the same, but we'll keep pushing forward.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Peter James Wadams, Santiago Leyva

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Andrew Steven

So sick. Can't believe I slept on this. I knew it had Gibbs but for some reason I forgot bout it!

Corduroy Doja

10yearz After & you get this!! P-MONEY WINZ!!

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he's alright..but he basically used Gibbs flow and added his own words on his verse lol

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