[Intro] Strikes in the mix Ghosty I-I-I Love Chris Rich
[Chorus] Gyal wanna come round 'ere And them boy round dere too bummy And we get money Dem man broke, that's a joke It's not even funny Can't answer the phone I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back I just seen your missed call, I'm sorry Put my mum through too much drama Maybe I shoulda went colly Too much time in the trap But now, when I shop, I fill that trolley On the field, I do it like Costa Get that assist, I hit that volley I'm the reason the party tu'nt I was the one giving out Molly
[Verse 1] All this label talk is draining Got A&Rs acting friendly Trynna get me to sign these papers Man said 21 wiva mill I need the same deal as Aitch's What the fuck do you mean 'bout "twenty bags"? I spent that shit on trainers What the fuck do you mean 'bout "a hundred bags"? Huh? Take your pen back Why you talking shit? I'm not dissing DBE blud, I'm rating dem man I'm just not really rating the following ting Going on right now, I'm a leader Can't lie, it's 'bout time that they took me in Spend 'bout 5 years in the T house But, the hard work pays off Na, I can't take days off Lotta man got things to say Remember, the talk don't cost I got what the rappers got I don't even rap a lot Too clean, I'm immaculate You wouldn't think I'm in the trap a lot Fulls deep in a bitch, I'm all in No bowling, free yard, who's rolling? Who's that wida back, wait, hold on Mandem way in the back just scoping She's liking my recent posts Send that post-code, I'm roasting All I do is make money, I'm boring South parked up, now I'm just postponing
[Chorus] Gyal wanna come round 'ere And them boy round dere too bummy And we get money Dem man broke, that's a joke It's not even funny Can't answer the phone I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back I just seen your missed call, I'm sorry Put my mum through too much drama Maybe I shoulda went colly Too much time in the trap But now, when I shop, I fill that trolley On the field, I do it like Costa Get that assist, I hit that volley I'm the reason the party tu'nt I was the one giving out Molly
[Verse 2] I'm the reason the party lit Trynna squeeze four tings in the whip at Lib She bad, gonna shake that back for the vid Bad bitch gonna make that trip for the kid Cute one in the hood like Rich Boujee one in SW6 See the camera flash, no wait Cover my face, I don't wanna be in your pic Didn't show that hoe no love Now she wanna set me up All 'cause I fucked and ducked, didn't call her back Now she wanna see man get touched The life I live's all nuts Think I'm mad, you should meet my pups Ain't been with the gang as much One up in the cut with the grub, no fuss
[Chorus] Gyal wanna come round 'ere And them boy round dere too bummy And we get money Dem man broke, that's a joke It's not even funny Can't answer the phone I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back I just seen your missed call, I'm sorry Put my mum through too much drama Maybe I shoulda went colly Too much time in the trap But now, when I shop, I fill that trolley On the field, I do it like Costa Get that assist, I hit that volley I'm the reason the party tu'nt I was the one giving out Molly
[Outro] (I'm the reason the party lit Trynna squeeze four tings in the whip at Lib) I-I-I Love Chris Rich GhostyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
