BOOTZBOTTEGA Len (UK)

[Intro]
Ayy, come on (Ha-ha-ha-ha)
(Yo Bwser, chill)
Ha-ha-ha-ha (Psst, psst, psst)
Yeah, yeah (Let’s go, let's go), yeah (Psst, psst, psst, ou-wee)
I got that white boy money, them boots (Ouu-wee, wee), Bottega, ayy (Chi-ching, yes)
Ayy (Ooh), ayy, ayy, ayy (Ayy, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go)

[Chorus]
I got that white boy money them boots Bottega (Chi-ching), ayy
You niggas don't make no noise (Yes, uh), you ain't on my radar, ayy
The Porsche 911 no roof (Ooh), screw it
Superstar livin' proof, I am the truth (The truth)
And I ain't gotta prove it, uh (Arrg), hold on
Done a verse for the yute
Next day his bae was lickin' my gooch (Ooh)
Hold on, hold on, uh (Arrg)

[Verse 1]
What's the sitch bitch? (Let’s go, arrg)
Ou you rich, rich? (Woah, arrg)
Cartier wrist, sheesh (Come on, come on)
Had to link the connect in Moorgate (In Moorgate)
'Cause they rinsed me clean in West (In West)
I told him I’m gonna need more Ye (More Ye)
And the pack like Kim Kardash' (Kardash')
Can't keep up when this car dash (Woah)
One foot out, cameras flash (Yes)
VVS diamonds react (Chi-ching)
On the phone to Fresh & G-Lo (Swipe, swipe)
I said we need two milli and they said we know (Two milli)
Man I love my team bro (Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on)
The streets call me Mr. Put-It-On
And the gyal call me Mr. Put-It-In (Skrrt)