It’s Going Down Santi (UK) (Ft. AJ Tracey)

[Intro: Santi]
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[Hook: Santi]
Heard you're flipping food, so it's going down
Yeah, I came with Loonz and it's going down
Heard you wanna shoot, so it's going down
Masters of the booth, little pussy, don't make a sound
Heard your money's up, so it's going down
You heard we're fucking nuts and it's going down
Bally got the gloves, so it's going down
Yeah, that money talk so nah, we don't make a sound

[Verse 1: AJ Tracey]
Too much to handle
Extended clip on the handle
These bruddas singing like Randall
They want that tag on my ankle
It's getting dismantled
If we got beef, then you're cancelled
I'll leave you lost in that forest
It's Gretel and Hansel
You see, my borough's got money
We ball like the Lakers
I wanna drive a Ferrari
And live on two hundred acres
Nah, I ain't a journalist
I go hard for the papers
I get the heater, I'm burning this
Shots to my haters
I'm sending love to my lovers
Them females, them honeys
They thick as fuck, call them money
Cause she got money, I love her
She go down under the cover
Get brain, then I'm smothered
But nigga, I don't love bitches
I love their arses and titties
Models I'm kissing
I keep them thick niggas dissing
And man got swishers, he swishing
He's counting mula and piffing
Money, we winning
Cause if I'm winning, you winning
From early, I've been on sinning
Bad breed but I had a vision