FWG

Yeah

Aitch

Yeah

Yo

Got my back to the wall

'Bout fifteen girls in the section

Can't choose one, so I chat to 'em all

Ex-boyfriend played in the Prem'

Tell her roll with a man that can actually ball

'Bout a hundred quid in the rucksack

Come a long way from bags full of drugs

Shit, new plate on the Jeep

New crib every day of the week

So most of my P gets made in the streets

She wants LV bags and Zuma

Feet on fleek, can take her to Greece

Booked contracts with a producer

The only time man pay for a beat

He try making slaps, but it never lands

The poor bloke ain't ever seen hits before

When I touch this mic, I'm making a cheque

If I charge for a verse, leave for Singapore

Just left Spain with Paris and Paige

But I like Georgia 'cause she kiss me more

Me and AJ make the UK rain

And my neck Fiji when I hit the stores

Took nineteen shots to the face, gonna end up on imjustbait

Only one hour left to the shubs, and I pull up like "I'm not late"

If my ex turns up, escape

Yo, everyone, I'm not Aitch

Told my new ting come with her friends

Don't worry, babe, I've got mates

She don't wanna roll with you, she wanna roll with man

She know it close at two, she got open plans

Stepped in looking all cute, with a golden tan

She wanna take flights, en route, Monaco, Milan, yeah

Shawty don't fuck with you, she wanna fuck with gang

Let me just blow my zoot, we ain't holding hands

All she wanna do is blow this flute, I'ma throw some bands

Try say she can hold my yute, that's a no from man

Ain't got time for a wife right now, this year 'bout nothin' but bread

Need a girl that's giving me life, the last one gave man nothin' but head

'016 was broke, I just spent Christmas cutting up zest

Now I'm on tour in Finland, DJ Winston pulling up Ghetts

Won't step one foot in your shubs if you ain't tryna get me paid

I'm on Sunset, me and Shanay just hop out the Escalade

Spent fifty racks in the shop, like fuck it, that's yesterday's

And don't ask what my net worth is, little prick, go estimate

Yeah, she just wanna fuck with gang, book some plans, run some bands

Hit the studio, cook some jams, and bun two grams, she understands

VVs how I bust my hand, a bunch of sand, a hundred grand

Had the tour bus stuffed with fans, we just left Spain and fucked in France

Beg a man try touch my crew, thinking we can't just roll back through

Paid two hundred for the Benzie, a new 'Rari, I might hold that too

Drive the Lambo' truck too fast, when I'm solo, can't even fold my zoot

That's why your girl with me in the whip, rude boy

'Cause she don't wanna roll with you, she wanna roll with man

She know it close at two, she got open plans

Stepped in looking all cute, with a golden tan

She wanna take flights, en route, Monaco, Milan, yeah

Shawty don't fuck with you, she wanna fuck with gang

Let me just blow my zoot, we ain't holding hands

All she wanna do is blow this flute, I'ma throw some bands

Try say she can hold my yute, that's a no from man