[Verse 1: JJ47]
All I need is the paper yaani mula-mula
Sitting on my throne, betay, jakay jhoola jhula
You're married to the game, kaun tera dulha?
Ja tu naukri pe baith taakey jaley chulha
Industry dost nahi, so, we make our own
Idhar teri jagah nahi, tu hai hi kaun?
Ab gang bari deals karey, Al Capone
Let me talk it out, kidhar mera microphone?
T-dot baitha, working on my Drake shit
Kitney bangers on my name, I don’t make shit
Smoking fresh, baby, wake 'n' bake shit
Album mode jigar, din gin aur dekh shit
You better pray to God, I don't break shit
Ain't ’t no room for the weak and your fake shit
Ab zindagi seh bahir teri snake shit
Apney aap kharey, no give or take shit
Fuck you and your bitch and all her money
Music rozi-roti, na hi white collar money
Big pockets, I don't vibe with that smaller money
I need Henny on my table and that Dollar money
No days off, no sleep, na hi rest
Zindagi imtehan bani, har qadam pe test
I let the gang win, isi mein hi jeet meri
Karachi kasam till I die got that on my chest
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