[Intro: Kenny Powers]
The amount of money I'm gonna be making would hurt your parents' feelings
Remember the class where I, taught you all how to make it rain?
That's what I'm gonna be doing every single night
(Gang)
[Verse 1: Monkey]
Thousand grands, bruck that shit to bits of grams
Smoky settings, come like dam
Smoking cookies straight from dam (straight from dam)
Bad B and she twerk twerk
But she ain't ever done it for the gram (nah)
Four figures for a show, for the gang, whats the plan? (tell me)
Trappin, normal, working, brucking down sand (brucking)
Bobby, whitney, little bro qway for dem bands (qway qway)
Mummy, was working hard
Til I had to get me some bands
(no I did)
Big waps in the back though
I had to lay low from the ham (Fuck the feds)
I mean pigs, load the drills, yeah man did
Tracksuit and a backpack you wudda thought I went to the gym
Sporty, got things up on things
Skengs out, on the opp block, hands down, mans letting it ring
[Chorus: Dimzy]
Armed, dangerous, quite famous
Ask the ops we left blood on pavements (splash)
Ching ching we shavin' shout my drillers, say nuttin' we blazing
Big bands we makin' from the trap and music we makin' (Racks)
You got packs I'll take it still got phones so im due to rake it
Don't speak, caught say shit, catch a corn right
Where your face is (Bow)
Big waps in trucks man, steppin' out tryna off faces (Skrrr Bow)
Make money and music, supply all the users fuck court cases
Spinner on the dots, crash that corn, dispose those casings
[Verse 2: R6]
Road on road, our tools are violent (lets lurk, lets lurk)
4 door truck but its risky man, come armed like trident
Step round there in silence, no DNA when we slidin'
Behind closed, they be hidin' , ching chong, man get knifin'
They get ching and wacked they not ridin'
Guys on when your on rhyming
Re-up, re-up it's climbing
From a 9 to a HP grindin'
Shouts Gmoney too shinin'
Money haffi make quick timing
Sweet one, caramel light-skin
Bro love chop up the white ting
11 out of 10 thats my win
Trap fit little, mans cycling
I feel the obo got me hiding
The undies skidding round finding
They know about the guns and the drugs
And they know we ain't lying
6 gang, we've been firing
Boom, baw with a .40 ting
[Chorus: Dimzy]
Armed, dangerous, quite famous
Ask the ops we left blood on pavements (splash)
Ching ching we shavin' shout my drillers, say nuttin' we blazing
Big bands we makin' from the trap and music we makin' (Racks)
You got packs I'll take it still got phones so im due to rake it
Don't speak, caught say shit, catch a corn right
Where your face is (Bow)
Big waps in trucks man, steppin' out tryna off faces (Skrrr Bow)
Make money and music, supply all the users fuck court cases
Spinner on the dots, crash that corn, dispose those casings
[Verse 3: Youngs Teflon]
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy!
Still trilling
Ain’t got a deal so I’m out ere drilling
Eights and nines that was Mac’s and spinners
VIP section hate just sinning
Still clinging money have to make everyday every minute
Drop bare n***as out cos they ain’t with it
Going to a party told bro bring it (told bro bring it!)
Fill it watch that drum go bang like Cillit (Baow!)
Real n***as shit no gimmicks
We set trends and them man mimick (them man copy)
Talk about the field but you know they ain’t in it (but you know they ain’t in it)
Love this lifestyle but you know but they don’t live it
They ain’t ever played cricket
No head gear but I’m tryna touch man’s wicket (shoot-shoot!)
Tickets! Just got a whole one so I gotta flip it
Came soft so you know I gotta brick it
Just got a text back saying that it’s wicked (ayy!) (now what you saying Youngs?!)
I just got a text back saying that it’s wicked
[Chorus: Dimzy]
Armed, dangerous, quite famous
Ask the ops we left blood on pavements (splash)
Ching ching we shavin' shout my drillers, say nuttin' we blazing
Big bands we makin' from the trap and music we makin' (Racks)
You got packs I'll take it still got phones so im due to rake it
Don't speak, caught say shit, catch a corn right
Where your face is (Bow)
Big waps in trucks man, steppin' out tryna off faces (Skrrr Bow)
Make money and music, supply all the users fuck court cases
Spinner on the dots, crash that corn, dispose those casings
