Everywhere Dizzee Rascal

[Intro]
I ain't on a hype ting
Just out here trying to do the right thing
And even though you know I don't mind fighting
All I want is cash, money like lightning
You know I (gotta get that dough) I ain't ramping
(Gotta get that dough) damn right
(Gotta get that dough) I ain't ramping
(Gotta get that dough) straight up

[Verse 1]
Hot taste, charisma, stylie, we got plenty
Cruising in the Punto on the way to Bentley
Evidently far from gently eating up the roll
We act immaturely in a hurry to be old
In fact we'll leave you poorly, catch a beating like a cold
Go ahead profile and flex like you're big, bad and bold
Go ahead go round your next to get hit, had and showed
Stay out the paper chase, floppy fellas fold
Neglect the rules, respect the codes, follow the guidelines
Life's been ugly so far but these are fine times
I write below the belt, I bust average fine rhymes
I always had to be a star, my city saw the signs
I try not to be stupid with my fame
But constantly I sense fassies being clever with my name
Indirectly call my name like they're calling my bluff
So sadly I often sense the need to get rough