Lyrics:
Yeah
Ayo, Team UK, stand up (the moment you've all been waiting for)
This is the Grime mix (hello, good morning)
Skepta, Diddy Dirty Money
Better Know man should've
Knew I never said it by mistake
My t-shirts make more money than your mixtape
I tell a boy Boy Better Know
It's money making
Red or purple? I mix both
I've been showing love for too long
It gotta stop fuck the haters, fuck the opps
Fuck the ones who ain't believe
Fuckin' hoes,
a hoe, best believe I'm riding solo
Betty got him feelin' right, he not Gav call him Rico
Bizarre Adventures with the Goats, better start calling us JoJo
shit
I'm in a money mood, tryna make a move, ain't tryna be in the mix
I been thinkin' about that money and how I'm gon' walk around with it
Which
(long niggas)
But I get it gone (trap)
Walk in the rave, frown on my face
Drink in my hand, hand in my pouch
Man talk greaze, man look left, look
I be watching for state police man I swear I can't stand em'
All of my niggas be Robbin' real jack boys they call us the Uzzah bandits
I had a bitch
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)
Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five,
am never fucking going back
Back to when i had to struggle just to survive
Back when i had no money and no ride
Back when i had to slide through to get
by this foolishness
30 years old man still want nothing do with this
Try to find career and a beer on the weekend
And a freak he could take
pill 'fore I start to crash
Damn near 800 horses, this bitch draggin'
I make a mixtape faster than Money Man
Played the trap for two days
That's
take our dignity
In the mix like chemistry
We look at shit differently(4)
In the mix like chemistry
Married to the money while I’m married that’s like
They not talking money tell them I no do
Me I want to chill me and my people
Mix some egusi and ewedu
As I live my life
Man the hustle none stop from
R-O-C
Memph Bleek
Jigga man
Missy, Twista sho' nuff
Yeah, yo
Don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
I got money on my beeper, dead trees on my phone
They call
Dose to the nose, takin’ a flight
Money too high, check out the height
Mud in the cup, mix up the Sprite
Mix up the Sprite
Mix up the Sprite
Yeah
Woo,
Dose to the nose, takin’ a flight
Money too high, check out the height
Mud in the cup, mix up the Sprite
Mix up the Sprite
Mix up the Sprite
Yeah
Woo,
I'ma see you in Hell (inhale)
Battle rap? Boy you wouldn't win a debate
The type of legacy I got
You don't get by mistake
Man don't let them amp you up
niggas
All by myself
Smoke by the river that's where it hits me Nigga
I want more money more power I gotta get richer
This for my sister ruff pregnancies
money, music money
Money that could put your girlfriend in a handbag
White tee, Balenciagas, man bag
Left-winger with a long stick like a granddad
AJ
love her on occasions, keep my heart racin'
Love to take her on vacations
Where the time zone changes and the money exchanges
It's meters
know what Short Dawg and Lil' Kim can do
Imagination is a understatement
Anything you can think of we could make it
Big money hit records
Watch us
know what Short Dawg and Lil' Kim can do
Imagination is a understatement
Anything you can think of we could make it
Big money hit records
Watch us
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