[Intro: Toby Mane & $imo]
Yeah
$imo b**h!
Töölö, Töölö, Töölö, Töölö, Töölö
[Verse 1: $imo]
I just did the math
Bottle after bottle, I got hella cash
It's obvious that I come from cla**
These girls love me for my cash
Own a couple cribs in Töölö
Yeah, I'm the kid you heard of
When I turn up in this b**h
My Lambo doors go up, without a hitch
You don't know what's in my Louis duffel
Everyday I'm causing trouble
Eetu knows I'm a motherf**ing G
Please, I spend your paycheck double
In my private jet, no parachute
You know I be sipping on more than just apple juice
$imo b**h!
[Verse 2: Toby Mane]
It's Toby Mane
I'm bad as f**
I'm so damn bad make you wanna f**
Like my haircut was a mohawk
Like the chick who put the makeup on the sofas
Oh lord, she had me going like oh lord
I mean the girl was acting like a cobra
Yeah, just got back from the Cold War
Have a b**h like Vader with no force
Everyday a rainy day getting pay
Holiday and weekday all the same
Turn down some girl then she call me gay
What's the point if I don't wanna f**ing fornicate?
Got no ring on my dick, no purity
But if b**hes touch the kid he call security
Got my Roley on fleek, hella cash
Tiiät vitun pelin nimi all about that a**
[Sample: Dom Mazzetti]
Let me keep it 100,000 with you
It's all about that a**
That a** that's so round and firm that like 3 dogs could bite into it and drag it into the woods but like there'd still be room for like 1 or 2 more dogs to sink into that a**
You know what I mean?
[Verse 2: Toby Mane]
Pull a Dom Mazzetti we gonn' rain confetti
This one for my hero, Tse Nkwenti
I'm your favorite rapper that's without a Kappa
Call a teacher chap when they really gaffer
If you think it's fake naw it really happened
Find me posted up down in Johnny's tavern
Sometimes I feel like Anton when he's not in Vantaa
The kid done went up north he a moose hunter
I got way too many headphones
Get muscle get big, my chest grown
I'm on board with an etutöölö millionaire
And a big body, pretty good feeling here
Aku in Stadi, Toby on the beat
Bought a Bugatti, just to rest my feet
Type of sh** that make you wanna shout "f** yeah"
I've been writing up lyrics but I'm stuck here
f** it dawg
I'm not getting off the beat until I f** your mom
In that case I'm getting off the beat
I'm getting off to beating off to beating off to bites
I don't know if I'll live older than 43
What you see is what you get, nothing more to me
Yeah