[Verse 1: Hardy Caprio]

Ting from North
Ain't no angel, gal movin disgraceful
Ting from Heath
Go on shine my nine cah mans unfaithful
I met her in April
She saw me in her friends snap chillin in Bagel
What you bring to the table?
To be on my whatsapp movin anal
I don't want no label too
I'm out here baby gotta take off like quavo
Tink bout raps how tings might clash like Wiley & Kano
Can't ring me daily
Gyal move crazy, they never knew I was like that
Won't let a side ting sidetrack
Trust me, I know the drill I'm Chiraq
No time out for a time out
We know right now
Might sign out
No dead tings come my house
I make gyal back up like iCloud
Wait, uni girl with no class aye
Yardie girl you're too fast aye
Two step in the dance
Man do independent no charts
[Chorus]

You're all so selfish
All so selfish
All so selfish
They're all so selfish
I don't know what to do with them yeah
And they don't know what they want from me
All this talkin bout what are we?
All this talkin bout what are we?
I don't know what they want from me
I don't know what they want from me
All this talkin bout what are we?
Tell them now get em off of me
I don't know what they want from me
I don't know what they want from me
Nah nah

[Verse 2: Belly Squad]

Stepped in the place with gang
Smellin like [?] smell like Burberry
This girls tryna hold hands but I just hold Ps making phone calls early
She keeps callin me but I'm quay
I ain't even tryna link you today
She keeps tellin me that I'm selfish just cos I'm airin when she calls me bae
Says she don't like it when I wear tracksuits
Baby I came from the road it's bait
My lighty from West she's a real one she licks my face when I ain't got a fade
Belly x Hardy, crept up calmly
No face no case
This gals tryna run me down
She don't know I'm on a chase
I'm the one they can't stand
Some beg man pass them a chair
Phone full of missed calls texts and snaps
But I'm gonna give that air
A text from Rachel, a snap from Jay
But I got a call from Claire
Mare, I step on pave and they stop and stare
[?] it was rare
Swear swear you're lookin for love
Yeah you gotta look elsewhere
Think like Jme, cos really a man can't
Man don't care
I just want bands
Give me them cheques
I'm tryna be a milliionare
I'm tryna be a milliionare
I'm a boss in the ends
And my bro good at (woo)
I'm a boss in the ends
And my bro good at (woo)
[Chorus]

You're all so selfish
All so selfish
All so selfish
They're all so selfish
I don't know what to do with them yeah
And they don't know what they want from me
All this talkin bout what are we?
All this talkin bout what are we?
I don't know what they want from me
I don't know what they want from me
All this talkin bout what are we?
Tell them now get em off of me
I don't know what they want from me
I don't know what they want from me
Nah nah