Holy Moly Tinie Tempah

[Intro: G FrSH]
Nah, come on T, man
Not even chatting to these bruddas, man
They're boys, man, baby boys
Still got Oysters and that
Not even oyster perpetuals
Time's different on their wrists

[Chorus]
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad, like holy moly
Oh my god, look at my Roley
Look at my squad

[Verse 1]
Yeah, fuck it, I'm a selfish prick
Stacking ego getting rich
Rocking YSL and shit
You in the ghetto getting nicked
Champagne glasses in the whip
Moses told me that it's lit
I've got makeup on my dick
Holy cow, holy shit
Wore no collars when we met
Make up stories in their heads
When this morning, made some eggs
For your bae in my bed
I have things but not success
I got steaks and overheads
Closed mouths don't get fed
Boy, you tired, go to bed
I'm alive and I'm a ledge
You're alive, so why you dead?
Imhotep in the flesh
Boujee bastard in the flesh
Niggas say it with their chest
I just say it, then it's pressed
'Raris in the SLS
Parties in the SLS