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Intro
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Am B7 Em
The mandem too inconsiderate, five-star hotels smokin' cigarette
Mixin' codeine up with the phenergan
She got thick, but she wanna get thin again
Am
Drinkin' apple cider vinegar
B7 Em
Wearin' Skim, 'cause she wanna be Kim and 'em
Uh, alright, I know that you're bad, stop actin' innocent
Am
We ain't got generational wealth
B7 Em
It's only a year that I've had these millions
My whip could've been in the Tokyo Drift 'cause it's fast and furious
Am B7
I went from the Toyota Yaris to Urus, they had their chance but
Em
Blew it
Now this gyal wan' me in her uterus, fuck it, I'm rich, let's do it (Fuck it)
Am B7
Take a look at these diamonds wrong, it's a life of squintin'
Em
Can't just stare
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I'm halfway there (Hah-hah-hah)
Am B7 Em
Brown and bad, couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there
One hundred meters, huh
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (Uh)
Am B7 Em
One hundred eaters, they won't fit in one SUV, nah
Am
Sos, somebody rescue me
B7
I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got
Em
They can last me the next two weeks, uh
Huh, alright, like send the address through, please
Am
Suv, the outside white
B7 Em
The inside brown like Michael Jack'
More time, man build a line and trap
Spend like I don't even like my stack
Am B7
Pistol came on a Irish ferry, let go and it sound like a tap dance (Bap)
Em
The way that I ball, no yellow
The ref haffa give me a black card
Am
Who did what we doin' with rap?
B7 Em
Man couldn't sell out his show after all them years of doin' the cap
Sprinter, two gyal in a van Am
B7 Em
Inter, two man in Milan, heard one of my tings datin' P. Diddy
Need twenty percent of whatever she bags
Outside, my head in my hands
Am B7
I told her my name is Cench, she said: No, the one on your birth
Em
Certificate, uh
Your boyfriend ran from the diamond test, 'cause they weren't
Am
Legitimate, nah
B7 Em
She Turkish-Cypriot, but her curves Brazilian, uh
I want her
Am
And bro wants her affiliate
B7
I'm cheap, still hit a chick like: Yo, can I borrow your Netflix?
Em
She a feminist, she think I'm sexist
Twistin' my words, I think she dyslexic
Am B7
Give me my space, I'm intergalactic
Em
Before I give you my Insta' password, I'll give you the pin to my AmEx, huh, alright
Am B7
This ain't stainless steel, it's platinum
Em
Dinner table, I got manners, huh
T-shirt tucked in, napkin
Am
Still loading, that's the caption, I've only amounted a minimal
B7
Fraction
Em
Eat good, I got indigestion
Bare snow in my hood, no Aspen, can't get rid of my pain with Aspirin
Am B7 Em
Dave just came in an Aston, I'm makin' that Maybach music (M-M-Maybach Music)
They're tryna insult my intelligence, sometimes, I may act stupid
Am B7
I never went uni, I been on the campus sellin' cocaine to students
Em
If bro let the drumstick beat, then somethin' gon' leak
We ain't playin' exclusives
Am B7
Take a look at these diamonds wrong, it's a life of squintin'
Em
Can't just stare
With bae through thick and thin
She already thick, so I'm halfway there (Hah-hah-hah)
Am B7 Em
Brown and bad, couldn't change my mind, I was halfway there
One hundred meters, huh
I just put nine gyal in a Sprinter (Uh)
Am B7 Em
One hundred eaters, they won't fit in one SUV, nah
Am
Sos, somebody rescue me
B7
I got too many gyal, too many-many gyal, I got
Em
They can last me the next two weeks, uh
Huh, alright, like send the address through, please
Am B7
Fire for a wife beater, can't rock with that, I ain't wearin' a
Em
Vest
Man have to send her therapy, she got the E cup bra, a lot on her chest
Am
I'm in Jamaica, Oracabessa
B7
Hit a lick, went cash converters
Em
That don't work, it's pawn, no chess
I'm doin' more and talkin' less
Am B7
I love chillin' with broke bitches, man book one flight, and they
Em
All impressed
I'm in the G63, the car hug me like a friend through twist and turns
Am,
Man livin' for nyash and dyin' for nyash
B7 Em
It's fucked, don't know which one's worse, I'm fucked
Bags in his and hers, what's hers is hers, what's mine is too
Am B7
Heard that girl is a gold digger, it can't be true if she dated
Em
You
Ap baby blue, paper's pink, I'd probably hate me too
Am B7
You ever spent six figures and stared at bae like: Look what you
Em
Made me do
Yeah, alright, started with a Q, didn't wait in line
Am B7
Weird, I'm askin' my Blasian one: Why you so focused on your Asian side?
Em
I know that the Jack boys pray that they get to the clubs and Dave's inside
Written by Central Cee / Dave