GDP (The Bloody Beetroots Remix) Bob Vylan

[Verse 1]
Yeah, the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP
Fuck it, miss me with that mess
Coming for the belly when we run up in your address
Get caught sleeping, take the money from the mattress
Man know the roads, there's no need for atlas
Tryna take all that you own and leave you cashless
Cash rules everything around me that matters
So the purse strings are tighter than Thatcher's
Desperate times, desperate measures
The news says we're in this together
But everybody I know seems to know better
Rob you for your diamonds when we feel pressure
It's all fun and games till someone goes broke
Break in your house, we heard you sold coke
Catch you late night and snatch a gold rope
While the news keeps saying keep calm and keep hope

[Chorus]
Yeah, the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP
That means fuck all to me
Yeah, the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP
That means fuck all to me
Yeah, the BBC are talking 'bout the GDP
That means fuck all to me
I gotta eat