Testo St. Patrick's - Central Cee
Testo della canzone St. Patrick's (Central Cee), tratta dall'album CAN'T RUSH GREATNESS
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C.R.E.A.M., get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everythin' around me, I'm about the green
Like today's St. Patrick's
Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin'
Gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick
Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting
So we get bands and spend it on—
She don't wanna fuck me on the first date
Then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet
I'm on a roll
I just hit two hoes
That's one morе goal and I got me a hat trick
Take man's sweet one, robbin'
Baskin, postеd up like where are the gyaldem?
Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin'
Who's outside? That's me and the mandem
Step in the club, let me see wagwan
I'm tryna go yard with somebody's daughter
These American girls keep laughin' any time I say, "Bottle of water"
She don't wanna pay for her BBL herself
She's lookin' for someone to sponsor
Put the Lambo' truck in Corsa, of course I remember the Vauxhall Astra
Break her back like chiropractor, slapped it
Makin' her eyes roll back
Her waist so thin and her thighs all fat, take pics in the gym
But she lipo that!
Don't call me and talk 'bout crime, I'm prang
I keep on thinkin' my iPhone's tapped
I'm grateful that I get by off rap, but I'm not gonna lie
I don't mind the trap
Cash rules everythin' around me, I'm about the green
Like today's St. Patrick's
Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin'
Gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick
Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting
So we get bands and spend it on—
She don't wanna fuck me on the first date
Then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet
I'm on a roll
I just hit two hoes
That's one morе goal and I got me a hat trick
Take man's sweet one, robbin'
Baskin, postеd up like where are the gyaldem?
Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin'
Who's outside? That's me and the mandem
After the show, go home, don't trust these hoes!
I ain't tryna have groupie sex
My bro got pounds in the UPS, do eight reps
Then move to the next
Don't put down the weight, do supersets
On campus, with the excluded kids
Put on your chains and let's have a dance off
Karma's something you just can't run from
How did you go on a glide with a drop and flop it?
Broski, you only had one job, uh
I knew we was broke when mum went to Sports Direct
And got me the Dunlop's
Next thing you know, she's like, "Where's my son gone?"
I'm in the trap house, gettin' my funds up
Cash rules everythin' around me, I'm about the green
Like today's St. Patrick's
Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin'
Gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick
Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting
So we get bands and spend it on—
She don't wanna fuck me on the first date
Then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet
I'm on a roll
I just hit two hoes
That's one morе goal and I got me a hat trick
Take man's sweet one, robbin'
Baskin, postеd up like where are the gyaldem?
Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin'
Who's outside? That's me and the mandem
Ahh, you know, I'm not really a newcomer though
But I'ma accept it nevertheless
Credits
Writer(s): Clifford Smith, Isaac Hayes, David Porter, Lamont Hawkins, Jason Hunter, Corey Woods, Russell Jones, Gary Grice, Robert Diggs, Dennis Coles, Rhys Harley, Joseph Stanley, Oakley Neil H Caesar Su, Julius Noah Maria Herold, Joseph Owen Andrew Mccue
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