[Intro: ChillinIt]
Oi, Kam
From the Aus to the UK, brah, fuck me dead
Shell it

[Verse 1: ChillinIt]
Hold up, just roll up the joint
Lemme burn this ash right down to the roach
Hold up, we rolled up the kush, went shhhh
That's the sound of the smoke
Grams of ganja in the land down under
When the cash roll through that’s the sound of the ghost
Get rowdy, shut down the show
Then go stage to stage and shut down the coast, like ah
Too many eyes like Apple, got it on lock like grapples
You could get tackled, girl gets cuffed like shackles
I don't give a fuck, let's battle, get shipped like apparel
I keep buds in a barrel, what you’ve heard, no cattle
You can't stop me, you can't block me
Step the brothers just like Will Ferrell, I don't tell tattles
I tell fibs, the top spot, I call dibs
I stay smoked, just like ribs, I hate beef
Get money, get rich, get rich
Get rich, motherfucker, I was cooked for days
You want rhymes? I got books and page
Cunts on stage like, "Reel up the deck"
Now the DJs laugh and then looks away
I jump on stage and I shell like petrol stations
The hotel's my destination
And my bars so sick, I'm seeing red like menstruation
When I chill with a sexy Asian
Nasty, chopped like parsley
I'm the premier league, just like Barclays
I stay stoned 'cause I’m riddled with weed
I smash glassies, bong for bong, I get nasty
You’ll get knocked out the 'Ville like Johnny
I still smoke O’s like Steve
Bam, I was done like Ryan
Bodied, you're a jackass, please
No stuntman but I still stunt, man
Spin like a redback whenever I hunts, man
Sesh rap, better in a blunt, man
I'll be blunt, man, I don't give a fuck, man
[Chorus: ChillinIt]
You don’t give a fuck 'bout me, I see
You don't give a fuck 'bout me, I see
You don't give a fuck 'bout me
You don't, you don't, you don't
You don't give a fuck 'bout me (Give a fuck 'bout me)
I said, you don't, you don't
You don't give a fuck 'bout me, argh

[Verse 2: Kamakaze]
You don't give a fuck about me, what's a man to do?
I have to tell them bounce like kangaroo
Big Kamdog, no man to answer to
Is it good morning or good afternoon?
Well, depends on the hemisphere
Is it a VB, or is it a Stella beer?
Man a murk him again for the seventh year
Tell all my haters you can shed a tear, like
Hold tight, my Aussie folks
See man come around like collie bods
And if they're holdin' their sticks like hockey clubs
Take more than your skin like body scrubs, well
Guess I call second dibs
Man a whip to the nit like sedatives
Swear us men are distant relatives
Authentic shit, never edited
Got the gang to call a cunt or force a front with
I'm the kind of guy your wifey might fall in love with
She heard the UK talk and loved it
Now you and her don't walk in public
They say everybody needs good neighbours
Well, everybody needs hood favours
They say everybody needs good neighbours
Well, everybody needs hood favours
[Verse 3: ChillinIt]
Oi, didn't think I would hit the raw?
Go six-six-six till I hit the floor
Hit this spliff and I praise the Lord
A hypocrite, what the fuck did you take me for?
Fuck friends in the end, never made the call
That's why all that chase paper rorts
Me and my brothers all hate them all
That's probably why all that hit a paper cord

[Bridge: ChillinIt]
I get money, fuck hoes, stay chill
Get, get money, fuck hoes, stay chill
Get, get money, fuck hoes, stay chill
Get money, fuck hoes, stay chill
Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get
Get, get money, fuck hoes, stay chill
Get money, fuck hoes, stay chill
Get money, get money, fuck hoes
Stay chill, chill, chill

[Chorus: ChillinIt]
Give a fuck 'bout me
You don't give a fuck 'bout me, I see
Give a fuck 'bout me
You don't give a fuck 'bout me, I see
Get money, fuck hoes, stay chill
Get money, get money, get money, get money, hahahaha
Argh