[Intro: Lyrical Strally]
Money up, money up front
Money up, money up front
Money up, money up front
Money up, money up front
Money up, money up front
Money up, money up front

[Chorus: Lyrical Strally]
Money up front yeah that's what I like-a
But I don't trap on a Lyca
See your girl, I might like her
Not on about a Facebook liker
Them man are batty, they wear lycra
Call him a him but he looks like her
Them bars make me scratch my head
Mmm, I call them man a licer

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a
But I don't trap on a Lyca
See your girl, I might like her
Not on about a Facebook liker
Them man are batty, they wear lycra
Call him a him but he looks like her
Them bars make me scratch my head
Mmm, I call them man a licer
[Verse 1: Lyrical Strally]
Off your perch, yeah, I'm gonna knock ya
But I don't trap on a Nokia
Ain't got my paper, I'm gonna rock ya
Or I can get my pad out and lock ya
Write-off like you crashed your whip
Don't be chattin' shit
About spin me like helicopter
He must be spinning off vodka
It's a Saint P wave that I'm on, star
Beast on the mic, on the ink I'm a monster
These MCs are eating, I deserve lobster
You're not levels, I'm higher on the roster
High 'cause I'm high, I won't drink a Foster
I'm on target like Costa
So, send for me? That's gonna cost ya
Tell a man I don't like your posture

[Chorus: Lyrical Strally]
Money up front yeah that's what I like-a
But I don't trap on a Lyca
See your girl, I might like her
Not on about a Facebook liker
Them man are batty, they wear lycra
Call him a him but he looks like her
Them bars make me scratch my head
Mmm, I call them man a licer
Money up front yeah that's what I like-a
But I don't trap on a Lyca
See your girl, I might like her
Not on about a Facebook liker
Them man are batty, they wear lycra
Call him a him but he looks like her
Them bars make me scratch my head
Mmm, I call them man a licer

[Verse 2: PK]
I said your girl, man, I might like her
I'm gonna pipe her, so I might give her the wonka
Take her back to the yard and conk her
No long stuff, onto the next buff
Man have got another girl chillin' with a big bum
I'm a little guy but I like big bums
Gyal get drawn on a night with a big bum
No long ting when I frontline quick, don
I'll
Pinch your girl's bum 'cause she got a big one
Camden Town and your girl likes this spot
YGG and your girl likes us lot
When I say us lot, no, not them lot
Draw your girl outside of the chip shop
What you gonna do when your girlfriend's had enough?
And she starts to put that
[Chorus: Lyrical Strally]
Money up front yeah that's what I like-a
But I don't trap on a Lyca
See your girl, I might like her
Not on about a Facebook liker
Them man are batty, they wear lycra
Call him a him but he looks like her
Them bars make me scratch my head
Mmm, I call them man a licer

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a
But I don't trap on a Lyca
See your girl, I might like her
Not on about a Facebook liker
Them man are batty, they wear lycra
Call him a him but he looks like her
Them bars make me scratch my head
Mmm, I call them man a licer

[Verse 3: Saint P]
Hold on, man said he's gonna press like apps on the S3
Kick in the ball bags, don't get testy
Got no dough and you're in your twenties
North West don, I spent days by the chip shops
When man used to bang Sam's, not Wendy's
Gyal with a slim back, chest all hefty
Not wife but you shoulda saw what she sent me
Still, peng tings, I need plenty
Can't believe them, gun chat on a set (same gyal air you regularly text me)
Said he shoots like a Lex (could've been him)
But he looks like a Lexi
Me nuh inna nuttin' with triangle don
But I'll flatline a man like a set piece
I've got so many levels, I move recky
Don't tempt me, get me? I'll leave your chest empty
You don't trap, you're trendy
Said she wanna fuck me as soon as she met me, I was like hold on

[Chorus: Lyrical Strally]
Money up front yeah that's what I like-a
But I don't trap on a Lyca
See your girl, I might like her
Not on about a Facebook liker
Them man are batty, they wear lycra
Call him a him but he looks like her
Them bars make me scratch my head
Mmm, I call them man a licer

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a
But I don't trap on a Lyca
See your girl, I might like her
Not on about a Facebook liker
Them man are batty, they wear lycra
Call him a him but he looks like her
Them bars make me scratch my head
Mmm, I call them man a licer