Grrah, grrah
Grrah, grrah (yeah)
I called up gang like, "Who's on FIFA?" (FIFA), let's play at The Shard (okay)
I got cash for the zips (cash), but on trips, I'm just payin' with card (it's like that)
Over an M in separate assets, none of them stay at my yard (M's on M's)
A hundred GPD, that's girls per day and none of them stay in my yard
I break her back like I break the bank (yeah), I'm playin' my part (huh)
Paigon's ends where I fill up the tank (skrrt), babe, stay in the car (yeah)
Get love down south, but still up the Mancs (trust), they stay in my heart (yeah)
If I ask her nice, "Can I eat the cookies?" None of them stay in the jar (haha)
My Lyca blinged, I didn't have bars, but I had yay bagged up (brr-brr)
My Forces black and my diamonds came same colour as Aitch's Maybach truck (vroom)
Can't take chat from a small dog, better research wagwan 'cause I made that pup (I made it)
I been eating well, got pasta and shells all day, now the weight's back up (bah, bah)
Cars on the bill 'bout half a mil', I can't make that up (on God)
Thought he was real 'til he got caught out, now he got no watch and his face is bust (bah)
You can't take no L's, don't trip, tie your laces up
Baby, the DJ decks are that way, how you still facin' us?
We can't beef, I'm way too petty
Word to our kid, I'll make the car skid
Park on the opp block and grab petty (skrrt, skrrt)
See, I came with a lock or a 'chete (buh, buh)
And if bro starts clicking the cannon, the results of the shoot ain't going on Getty (grrah, grrah)
I'm in the corner shop for a SIM and a ting, like a Trae Young shot, she's wetty
Hoppin' out of the polar bear, big diamond chain on my chest (yeah)
Wifey holding my right hand, 'bout 90K on my left (trust)
Run the place like it's my gaff, we slide and make it a mess (skrrt)
She turn around and might bite that, gotta put her cake to the test (test)
Black panther, I hopped out, it's an S 63 S (S)
This Vuitton was by Virgil, I got two V's on my chest (my chest)
Followed up by an S (S), sick diamonds, grotesque (yeah)
And if she wants to join with that season ticket, gotta put her skills to that test (right now)
Yeah, yeah
My AP discontinued, I must be like a hundred up
Can't get better rates, I turn 28 to a hundred-plus (yeah)
Come and celebrate, tell her get her mates, they'll have fun with us (let's go)
My day-day lemonade, that's a yellow plate, yeah, I run shit up (bling)
My Arabic dial's from Doha, I could swap this Rolex for a Richard Mille (quick)
Broke boys can't chat me, get your bread right, stop sendin' and fix that deal (go fix it)
My young G's Joe Goldberg 'cause he hit man in the chest with the kitchen steel (ying)
Bread for the lawyers, pay that bill (I'll pay), if the case hot, make it chill (make it)
Rollin' up some weed, wrappin' rubbers 'round some bands
Swear I'm pullin' up too clean (skrrt, skrrt), they ain't fuckin' with my gang (buh, buh)
Money stickin' out my jeans, girl, I'm tryna see you dance (grrah, grrah)
But she don't want no P's, she wants something in them (yeah, yeah)
Hoppin' out of the polar bear, big diamond chain on my chest (yeah)
Wifey holding my right hand, 'bout 90K on my left (nine)
Run the place like it's my gaff, we slide and make it a mess (skrrt)
She turn around and might bite that, gotta put her cake to the test (test)
Black panther, I hopped out, it's an S 63 S (S)
This Vuitton was by Virgil, I got two V's on my chest (my chest)
Followed up by an S (S), sick diamonds, grotesque (yeah)
And if she wants to join with that season ticket, gotta put her skills to that test (right now)
Ah shit, here we go again
Credits
Writer(s): Taras Slusarenko, Harrison James Armstrong, Grant Che Wolton, Jacob Daniel Jones
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