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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aitch
Aitch
Vocals
Whyjay
Whyjay
Programming
Mark Ralph
Mark Ralph
Programming
Pantha!
Pantha!
Keyboards
George Reid
George Reid
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Ralph
Mark Ralph
Songwriter
John Squire
John Squire
Songwriter
Harrison Armstrong
Harrison Armstrong
Songwriter
Ian Brown
Ian Brown
Songwriter
Jacob Daniel Jones
Jacob Daniel Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyjay
Whyjay
Producer
Mark Ralph
Mark Ralph
Producer
Pantha!
Pantha!
Additional Producer
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Prash 'Engine-Earz' Mistry
Mastering Engineer
George Reid
George Reid
Additional Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo) A-I-Tizzy-C-H
Pull up in the G-Class when I'm on the E-state
All you're gonna see is rats when you've got some cheesecake
So, my brothers- (Yeah)
[Verse 1]
Yuh, young A-I-Tizzy-C-H
Pull up in the G-Class when I'm on the E-state
All you're gonna see is rats when you've got some cheesecake
So, my brothers, T-Rap, see your food, and T-ake
Don Peri' in her glass, we don't do no cheap dates
I just spent like three racks, put a bag on each plate
When she back it, she's bad, when I clap it, she's great
But she's acting all sprung, think I had her T-Pained
Mandem make racks at the back of these raves
Same way I take cash, do my rap and leave stage
Gave her one smash, now she's backing Team Aitch
I don't give a fuck how many rappers she's laid
Pussy on tap, run the bath, it gets mad
Spend another few grand, smoke through a next pack
I just cop me some land, money's due to spread fast
Boy, I got me some plans, more moves and less chat, yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, run the place, we don't wait in line
Give a fuck that I'm late, I'ma take my time
Yeah, took the city and I made it mine
Put my shades on and rave like it's '89, yeah
[Verse 2]
Dirty mouth, but my heart clean
That's why my pockets fat like a darts team
Yeah, they look at me like "It can't be! (No way)
Yo, that boy got rich in a heartbeat" (Skrrrrr)
Take the traction off the whip and I slide out
Roof off, throwing Ms up 'cause it's my town
She came in a dress, ended up in a night gown
I ain't even flex, I'm just laying the pipe down
I say with my chest, I'm the greatest, you'll find out
Aitch, but I feel like AJ when I psych out (Yeah)
They don't really love me deep down, they just like clout
So pay me with respect if you ain't paying the right pounds
Yeah, the bezel on the watch like the tracks I record
Probably platinum or gold, I got plaques for 'em all
Don't trip when I slip, money catches the fall
They can't kick with the clique cah we actually ball
[Chorus]
Yeah, run the place, we don't wait in line
Give a fuck that I'm late, I'ma take my time
Yeah, took the city and I made it mine
Put my shades on and rave like it's '89
Written by: Aitch, Ian Brown, JONES JACOB DANIEL, John Squire, Mark Ralph, Whyjay
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