[Intro]
Shout outs to all the mandem
My 300 Spartans waiting outside the building
Shout out to my guy Jamal too, Dunknow
[Verse 1]
I got this Fulham chick I known her for time
Before all the ice when I was reloading on Nines
Saw me go from bread and water to lobster and wine
That's why I never air her calls when she hollas my line
My east 'ting's flyer than a poster campaign
Scirocco the same colour as cola champagne
She don't smoke weed but she'll roll me up a paper plane
Dont ask for P's and she knows that I can make it rain
Tryna achieve my goals
My Brum 'ting saying she might as well had cheated like Keyshia Cole
My West 'ting be selling coke like a chemist
Booked her a flight from London to Venice
Put a smile on her cute face
I told her we can go shopping when we get there, forget a suitcase
My Ealing chick smokes too much weed only with me for the trees
I told that chick to leave
My chick in Church Road's official
I make her hold my pistol
But she don't ever give me brain like my ho in Bristol
Suck me off when I'm switching lanes
And I can't even remember that bitch's name
Go to Hammersmith, smoke on some cannabis
Talk a lot of shit, make her choke on the magic stick, uh
My young 'ting says she's gonna give up all of this
Good luck tryna find another baller, bitch
'Cause if you change your mind, that's a waste of time
Cah I've got a million bitches in the waiting line
My Hayes ting's in her own class like detention
But she says I never show her no attention
That's cah I'm busy tryna work these curbs
Five bricks only paid for the first three birds
Bout Ps and Qs
I make strategic moves
I had hoes when I was broke
I dont need a-, uh
Now I got my new chick mad at me
Cah I told her I need space like the galaxy
My North chick don't wanna share, she wants all of Nines
My south ting be throwing up One Arda signs
My L.A chick be practicing her movie script
While I'm in the Base backing up my-, chick
I'm with my white 'ting, cah it's fire on the mains
She's always in the mirror trying on my chains, uh
My Nigga-, say I'm whipped
Cah I'm always with my Ghanaian chick
And I ain't even mentioned the groupies yet
Hoodstar my life's like a movie set
It's Nines
Shout outs to all the mandem
My 300 Spartans waiting outside the building
Shout out to my guy Jamal too, Dunknow
[Verse 1]
I got this Fulham chick I known her for time
Before all the ice when I was reloading on Nines
Saw me go from bread and water to lobster and wine
That's why I never air her calls when she hollas my line
My east 'ting's flyer than a poster campaign
Scirocco the same colour as cola champagne
She don't smoke weed but she'll roll me up a paper plane
Dont ask for P's and she knows that I can make it rain
Tryna achieve my goals
My Brum 'ting saying she might as well had cheated like Keyshia Cole
My West 'ting be selling coke like a chemist
Booked her a flight from London to Venice
Put a smile on her cute face
I told her we can go shopping when we get there, forget a suitcase
My Ealing chick smokes too much weed only with me for the trees
I told that chick to leave
My chick in Church Road's official
I make her hold my pistol
But she don't ever give me brain like my ho in Bristol
Suck me off when I'm switching lanes
And I can't even remember that bitch's name
Go to Hammersmith, smoke on some cannabis
Talk a lot of shit, make her choke on the magic stick, uh
My young 'ting says she's gonna give up all of this
Good luck tryna find another baller, bitch
'Cause if you change your mind, that's a waste of time
Cah I've got a million bitches in the waiting line
My Hayes ting's in her own class like detention
But she says I never show her no attention
That's cah I'm busy tryna work these curbs
Five bricks only paid for the first three birds
Bout Ps and Qs
I make strategic moves
I had hoes when I was broke
I dont need a-, uh
Now I got my new chick mad at me
Cah I told her I need space like the galaxy
My North chick don't wanna share, she wants all of Nines
My south ting be throwing up One Arda signs
My L.A chick be practicing her movie script
While I'm in the Base backing up my-, chick
I'm with my white 'ting, cah it's fire on the mains
She's always in the mirror trying on my chains, uh
My Nigga-, say I'm whipped
Cah I'm always with my Ghanaian chick
And I ain't even mentioned the groupies yet
Hoodstar my life's like a movie set
It's Nines
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