[Intro]
Cyah tek the lippings, and me cyah tek the one bag a chat
Ah wah tek some typing gangstas, only bad pon Caps Locks
(Ahha) Cyah tek the lippings, and me cyah tek the bagga waste chat
Always the brukest and the hungriest People eva have things fi chat
[Chorus]
All who a style mi fi just the career weh unuh have
Wa kind a a**et, wa career unuh have?
Look paw mi shoes wa kind a pair unuh have
Rasclaat 4 million dollar chain have
Sitting pon millions wa kind a chair unuh have
You have supn fi seh so seh weh you have
Before you try style mi declare weh you have
Suh stay in a yo lane and mi wi stay in a mi house
[Verse 1]
Nuh p**y hole nuh deh paw mi fi you a style mi
Some ra**claat naked gyal brite hee
Some dutty bwoy weh don't even own a shirt a try fi style me
MI a drink champagne pon a plane
Some man a cuss pon IG
Full out a nation every time mi fly G
Buy mi mother house, buy mi likkle sister X3
Deh yah all a think fi retire
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[Verse 2]
Why the f**k mi would a waan be another man
Mi life happy, plus mi co*key long
To the mill, to two mill, to mill, to three million
Artist slash gun man
Mi a the man at 21
Mi nuh f** broke gyal tell her fi keep on her tang
Mi nuh have no haters just undercover fans
The more dem hate mi, the more mi pocket give thanks
Right now mi feel like the new Shabba Ranx
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[Repeat Verse 1]
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