Lyrics:
roll broke money in a me pocket
chop e line seven days of the week yeah we at it
Any weh me go we a reach wid the mattic
Stony hill waterhouse we
a big dawg
This yah dawg anno Shaggy ova big yard
Mattic inna fat farm anno vineyard
Affi get di money affi live large
Whol a mi nigga dem a big dawg
Dis
in the trunk
Between my index and my middle finger, it's stuck
Inhale the smoke, take a puff
Drivin' in reverse, proceed to light it up
'Mattic
Dialer run
Skull a call bk
Buck a one goon
Put e pan charge
1000us a chump change
Dat soft
4 mattic deh yah
Wid e four mattic charge
Have
Woiiii
Shot fly and boy get blind
Easy nuh man
So we dweet, so we dweet
NGM
New lock inna dem trace
Yo Blackway
The mattic them nuh stick
Watch it, watch
balla ah goalie
Sit dung right where the throne is
Lifestyle, big dreams we lit
Wet wet, everyday suh
Never see di mattic
Never see di draco, oh
Never
A just mi killer instinct
A just mi killer instinct
Mi believe in a me no need them fi believe
The mattic pon mi belly haffi protect mi dream
A just mi
Belly belly belly belly everybody affi ready cuz de mattic de so deadly when me lift it up he heavy shot a pour out like a henny
Me affi name mattic
Hundred
Rev out d mattic
Gawd enuh
Grrrr
Issa crocodile inna fine style
Wid a Glock nine, me nuh like guile
We hostile and we well wild
EHH, and we
Bad boy dem say dem a it
But wen dem se me and dem se me mattic
17 shooter mi got in a this
Don't make me buss it
Mmmmhmmmm boomshot
Boy you say you
the mount a gyal mi touch
an mi still nuh happy mi lift weights like
a champ then me tuck di mattic mi tell
mummy nuffy cry yo son affy mek it
mount a killaz
All ins a run road suh wi fuck up di streets, yea mi smell fresh an mi dress code neat more
dan a hundred gran ina mi pocket from mi liff up di mattic
I gotta semi auto fucking mattic
Don't get to close nigga Ima blast it
One in the head send em' up to the attic
Shawty jig and she know I'm having
I
you love hey gyal me have me mattic
Me a talk truth God no say! Me love it
Up in a pumpum! Slide it buck it
If you love white sand! We a chuget
Turn
diss we
A sen him foot …. 6
Buddha wid e glock
Well tuck pon him hip
Pb have him mattic
And him nah miss
From school days dawg
Skeng a rock e
sirens
Rapid firing my auto mattic pistol
I pop Chris
And I pop crystals
Shootin' off my missiles at police cars
Right out side your local tittie bars
Uh hmm rev out d mattic
Yo cream city!
We rev out d mattic
Inna face leff a scene look graphic
One press leff yuh stink like xotic
Some man seh dem
and mattics
With my slats, getin slimey, Cool in the cut where you barely can find me
These niggas be lien say that they got it but they ones buyin
You know
pocket
Deliver brick
Gal a take plane every minute a chip
A bad gal deh yah so ready fi swing di mattic
British Gal a spend pound pon fi mi badness
Mi
a may pen get bury a demby
Vybrantt nuh roll wid nuh mattic weh empty
We beat it pon riddim lef protools fi lenky
Protools fi lenky
Anything diss dem
got dis
Know fi approach, gyal love di badness
Bwoy naah nuh style, deh a yaad a backfist
Gyal see di mattic and a take off panty
One ting she see
action
Pull dung di mattic pon spot and clean it
A dem bloodcl*at ting deh she deal wid
Bad bitch wid mix feelings
Jusa boom pon buddy from dis evening
(YO YB YOU DID THcT?!)
(Oou Mattics Made This)
Luggage go straight to the trunk once we hit Gatwick (Right)
That shit'll cost you your life, don't
(Oou Mattics Made This)
Watch them carry lies out
Knew the truth the whole time
Watch them play both sides
Secret's kill if you hold on too long
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