Dark skin honey I'm well up I call her liquorice
But don't be licking on my ear you know I'm ticklish
Gimme a minute I got something you can fiddle with
You know we're chillin' but we do it for the thrill of it
I make a move I keep it steppy like a dance floor
Me and ma n***a finger bussin' out the car door
They used to watch me on road like what you lookin' at
Jags got the Bimmer all black would you look at that
You know the bully's back, nightclubs, woolly hat
They say they pushin' packs n***a what you pushin' at?
I push it in you know she love it when I pull it back
I gave her woody now I gotta get my hoody back
It's a damn shame yeah I pop the champagne
All these shakey n***as ain't never handshake
Bitch it's DC don't call me by my damn name
Got your girlfriend don't worry what your man say
Who's that calling my phone? I bet she's back again
I cut her off and then I'm blowin' out her back again
They talk a lot so I ain't got a lot of rapper friends
I'm saying less but saying more, I'm like an acronym
They said they work but I'm still feelin' like I said it all
Impeccable, n***a we can never fall
She says she wanna fuck so I tell her roll it up
You know you got have your dinner wi your vegetables

Yeah, I'm on my own time
I work my arse off so I don't ever need a cosign
Bitches used to par me off so I ain't chasin' them
They tryna make amends, I'm tryna make a M
Yeah yeah, I'm on my own time
I work my arse off so I don't ever need a cosign
Bitches used to par me off so I ain't chasin' them
They tryna make amends, I'm tryna make a M
I'm tryna make a make a beat, you wouldn't understand
They tryna get from A to B
I play wi them, I pray these n***as never play wi me
You know it's nottin' get it poppin' ain't playin' B
I'm tryna play for keeps
My n***a playin' keys he ain't even sellin' yards
He give a fuck about the Metro or the Telegraph
We tryna make it cos we scared of be regular
It's got me skipping all my lectures and my seminars
Mummy thinks I'm facin' my books
But I been runnin' to the money so I'm lacing ma bugs
I mean I'd rather chase the bag ya see I been chasin' the puss
You wanna talk about oui I tell 'em femme a la bush shh
Yeah lately I been flirtin' wi the thought of bussin'
So I'm foreign wi the grind it ain't no corner cuttin'
But it's like they'd rather see me on the corner shottin'
But it's all I got I treat it like it's all or nothin'

Yeah, I'm on my own time
I work my arse off so I don't ever need a cosign
Bitches used to par me off so I ain't chasin' them
They tryna make amends, I'm tryna make a M
Yeah yeah, I'm on my own time
I work my arse off so I don't ever need a cosign
Bitches used to par me off so I ain't chasin' them
They tryna make amends, I'm tryna make a M