| I said it’s get Get Money Season |
| I put a penny on the scale to make sure that its even (Let's work!) |
| Stuck up on the roads, I ain’t leaving |
| Too many mouths needs feeding |
| Used to shot light to, Caroline and Steven |
| If I get knicked, 'Not Guilty' I’m pleadin' |
| Just give them a reason, they come tru on a greeze ting |
| Blastin' and squeezing, you’re lucky if you’re breathing |
| The last pack cam short, I tell’em throw in a extra |
| This that real flake, you can tell by the texture |
| Come around here cuh, they don’t respect ya |
| Got niggas clappin off from London to Leicester |
| And all these little niggas think they’re 3hunna |
| Couldn’t answer and that nigga got like 3 numbers |
| 187 nigga yeah that’s three numbers |
| Controlling the block nigga with three youngers |
| And nah we ain’t signed to no major |
| And we still out here whippin' flake up (Let's work!) |
| Beat a gunshot for a traitor |
| And we still get lots of on the way up |
| (Oi Oi Oi) |
| Gold sub on my wrist, lemme dive in |
| Bags n Boxes in the whip whille ya driving |
| Sunshine and Wrey, that’s the climate |
| Been a spot rusher since academics |
| Swag’s past wavey, it’s paraletic |
| Splash so much, I need rehab |
| New food, everyday, three cabs |
| Strap stay low, call that aneasthetic |
| Hole in ya head, no paramedic |
| She on me, she say my skin’s caramelish |
| I’m the same nigga with the cameras off |
| Man are soft, man are only g’s when the cannnon’s on |
| Don’t fuck around with' Lucc, that’s the last ball |
| I’ll shoot a nigga down to the last call |
| Niggas think they’re hard, cool |
| I just copped two properties |
| Tell em keep their ass cool |
| And nah we ain’t signed to no major |
| And we still out here whippin' flake up (Let's work!) |
| Beat a gunshot for a traitor |
| And we still get lots of on the way up |
| (Oi Oi Oi) |