[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah] Life is just a blur, just how I prefer She be on her knees, but she ain't in Church England's favourite rapper, fuck how much I'm worth Them niggas asking if I'm rich though? duhhh! Oh my fucking word, British connoisseur Ask them boy from Coldplay Ask them boy from Blur Man I didn't buy the Aston Cause when I speed it's off We celebrating every night like it's December 31st You fools are stuck in April Wake up in a telly Told my cleaner she should run a fucking hoover on the table Me, Akon and Usher, 20 thousand in the Staple, uh Roger, I'm a MVP up in that label Man Jalouse or Whiskey Mist
I'm fucking high gettin' pissed as shit Nigga all my flights are business class All my trips is business trips Do it all or don't do nothing A hundred thousand pound or more in every discussion
[Hook:] Told you I'm a blow, niggas get ya dough up You pay them to get in, I get paid to show up You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? That shit from Cali make me slow up Rose make me throw up How these 30 year old bitches tellin' me that I should grow up? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what?
[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah] Platinum disk money, damn you the shit money I'm tryna get that Will, Jada and Willow Smith money In 3 days I've been in 6 countries I hustle hard, day and night, Kid Cudi She say before she go and fuck she wanna sniff somethin' I got these bitches on trial like I'm witch huntin' You take 'em out, you let her pick something While my yard chick cook me curry goat and big dumpling I pull out a thousand ones and tell her strip something I bet she let's me fuck her even if she with someone Back it up, back it up Baby back it up, that shawty bootyy crazy spectacular Like she from Africa Call my money jail, cause of the way I stack it up Money up on money, racks on racks and such Plus I got me some sneaking bitches in and out the back of clubs Said I live a very wild life, David Attenborough Nigga I told you that I'm a blow up
[Hook] Told you I'm a blow, niggas get ya dough up You pay them to get in, I get paid to show up You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? That shit from Cali make me slow up Rose make me throw up How these 30 year old bitches tellin' me that I should grow up? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what?
[Verse 3: Tinie Tempah] I'm on that Henny and Patron nigga tough kidneys You ain't got enough stamina to fuck with me Fuck you, fuck you, nigga I talk money B-b-b-buck tooth My mouths potty like I don't know what a censor is They don't let you in this club without a membership Donald Trump profit, take an apprenticeship Nigga this is mad, Ricky crazy, dope expensive shit
[Hook] Told you I'm a blow, niggas get ya dough up You pay them to get in, I get paid to show up You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what? That shit from Cali make me slow up Rose make me throw up How these 30 year old bitches tellin' me that I should grow up? You know what? You know what? You know what? You know what?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
