Gyal wan' come round 'ere Them boy round dere too bummy And we get money (we get paid) Dem man broke, as a joke It's not even funny Can't answer the phone I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back I just seen your missed call, I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Put my mum through too much drama (my bad) Maybe I shoulda went colle' Too much time in the trap But now, when I shop, I fill that trolley (fill that) On the field, I do it like Costa Give the assist, I hit that volley I'm the reason the party tun' I was the one givin' out Molly All this label talk is drainin' Got A&Rs actin' friendly Tryna get me to sign these papers (okay, okay) Man said: Twenty-one with a mill' (swear) I need the same deal as Aitch's What the fuck do you mean 'bout twenty bags? I spent that shit on trainers What the fuck do you mean 'bout, a hundred bags? Huh? Take your pen back (take that back) Why you talkin' shit? I'm not dissin' DBE, blud, I'm ratin' dem man (haha) I'm just not really ratin' the followin' ting Goin' on right now, I'm a leader Can't lie, it's 'bout time that they took me in Spend 'bout five years in the T house But, the hard work pays off (pays off) Nah, I can't take days off (days off) Lotta man got things to say Remember, the talk don't cost I got what the rappers got I don't even rap a lot Too clean, I'm immaculate You wouldn't think I'm in the trap a lot (hmm-hmm, anyways) Balls deep in a bitch, I'm all in No bowlin', free yard, who's rollin'? Who's that wit' a back, wait, hold on Mandem way in the back just scopin' (who's that? Who's that?) She's likin' my recent posts Send that post-code, I'm roastin' All I do is make money, I'm borin' South parked up, now I'm just postponin' Gyal wan' come round 'ere Them boy round dere too bummy And we get money (we get paid) Dem man broke, as a joke It's not even funny Can't answer the phone I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back I just seen your missed call, I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Put my mum through too much drama (my bad) Maybe I shoulda went colle' Too much time in the trap But now, when I shop, I fill that trolley (fill that) On the field, I do it like Costa Give the assist, I hit that volley I'm the reason the party tun' I was the one givin' out Molly I'm the reason the party lit Tryna squeeze four tings in the whip at Lib She bad, gonna shake that back for the vid Bad bitch gonna make that trip for the kid Cute one in the hood like Rich Boujee one in SW6 See the camera flash, no wait Cover my face, I don't wanna be in your pics Didn't show that ho no love Now she wanna set me up All 'cause I fucked and ducked, didn't call her back Now she wanna see man get touched The life I live's all nuts Think I'm mad, you should meet my pups Ain't been with the gang as much One up in the cut with the grub, no fuss Gyal wan' come round 'ere Them boy round dere too bummy And we get money (we get paid) Dem man broke, as a joke It's not even funny Can't answer the phone I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back I just seen your missed call, I'm sorry (I'm sorry) Put my mum through too much drama (my bad) Maybe I shoulda went colle' Too much time in the trap But now, when I shop, I fill that trolley (fill that) On the field, I do it like Costa Give the assist, I hit that volley I'm the reason the party tun' I was the one givin' out Molly I'm the reason the party lit Tryna squeeze four tings in the whip at Lib I'm the reason the party lit Tryna squeeze four tings in the whip at Lib (I-I-I Love Chris Rich) (Ghosty)