Lyrics
(Hargo Production)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I speak money and I speak it properly (Cash)
With the white boys in Spain, but I'm speakin' cockney (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Me and dange in the bando down the beach in Pompey (Pompey)
How I spent most my teens just feedin' zombies
I had sales on the lane just like Del Boy and Rodney (Yeah, yeah)
With a bulge in my pocket, you can tell that it's on me (Bap, bap)
My weed phone rippin', you can smell somethin' on me (Rippin')
If you ain't on your game, you better go smell the coffee and wake up (Wake up)
The money never came till I changed up (Till I changed)
A new year, it's new me on the same stuff (Same)
I came home, I hit the trap in the same month
Them youngens gettin' nicked out of town, so they blamed us
Like, what example am I settin' for the kids?
I don't know, but ten ton is the pressure on the brick (Brick by brick)
I was young, kinda dumb, tryna sell it from the crib (Sell it)
And when the work never dried, I went and left it in the fridge (Aha)
I was servin' from the shop just like Kenan & Kel (Yeah, yeah)
The money made me happy like my name was Pharell (Happy)
I was sittin' down in class, I was missin' all my sales
Then 3 o'clock came and I got saved by the bell (I'm outside)
You can't pick and choose the sort of life you wanna live (No)
Before I sat down with Posty, I was signed to the strip
I had the streets goin' hard to the life that we live
Now they're askin' me for pics and to sign on their kicks
It's gone mad (Crazy)
Dirty bricks cheap and on tap (On tap)
I would've brought you to the grind, you ain't on that (No, you ain't)
I would've brought work from you, you ain't got that (You ain't got it)
I would've given you waps, but you would've shot that (You would've sold this)
You're only kiddin' yourself (Kiddin')
Lookin' back, '18, I was a kid in a cell
They ask me what's wrong, I ain't feelin' myself
The only way I find peace nowadays is hittin' my sales
I asked 'em for advice, but I did it myself (I did)
Dex showed me how to mix, then I whipped it myself (Whip, whip)
I brought J to the kitchen and he did it as well (My brother)
Like the works gotta sell, it can't sit on the shelf (It's gotta go)
'Cause I got it on the arm and I'm runnin' up a tab (Yeah, yeah)
When the hustle went slow, I was lookin' for a blag
I couldn't ever chill, I was lookin' for cat (Where they at?)
I asked him does he smoke, then I put it in his hand, that's a tester
Ayo, Rocky, Stallone, Sylvester
I want wraiths, bill a phone in Leicester (I'm billin')
I'm in Manny, but l'm flyin' to Chester (I'm movin')
You can't throw all of your eggs up (No, you can't)
You gotta take all of your chances (Yeah, you got this)
I'm with my daughter and I'm shoppin' in Markses (My princess)
You gotta put your eggs in a basket
You gotta fill your gun with a cartridge (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Cah my name's too clean to be takin' any checks
Yeah, he thought he was a G, l was takin' his respect
I had a toothbrush in jail with a razor in the end
Any funny thing said, I'ma place it in his neck
I'm ready to go like I'm waitin' on the steps (Ready)
Truth is you don't know who will make it in the end
And the money feels better when you make it with your friends
But you start gettin' more and they be hatin' in the end (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And life's like a game, you gotta play it like it's chess
They say I'm too bait to be naked in the ends
I don't mean any harm, but they take it out of depth
I respect a man more when you say it with your chest (With your chest)
Product of environment (Yeah, yeah), need early retirement (Yeah, yeah)
I'm fed up of flyin' em, but I fit the requirements
I see the assignment, and kept on grindin'
Ayy, free all the lifers that's stuck in confinement (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Written by: Jordan Williams