Real Ting Stefflon Don

[Verse 1]
Some gyal ah hype, but them nuh look right
'Nuff talk but them nah fight
Say them a rapper, but them cyaan write
Use microwave but can't cook rice
Belly fat, belly mark up
If him cheat, yo the pussy cock up
But when me click me finger like Erup
A cocky fi ah send up in that pussy till it buck
Cocky fi ah send up in that pussy till it buck
Pussy it till it buck, pussy till it buck
Take the trash out, let a real nigga in, yeah
They ain't fucking with the kid
Labels on my back cause they know I‘m gonna wiiiiin
Yo, I'm the captain of this team
Name ring bells, yeah, she does a couple tings
Yeah, but she know she ain't dis
Even if I wrap these bitches up in cling
Yeah, them still wouldn't sell
I was in the shop, hiding from the cops
Then I was at the nigga's house, cutting down the crop
Grinding in my Loubs, looking like a boss
She said she's getting money but she‘s lying, tell her stop
Niggas on my line, saying they're in love
We ain't even fucked, all he did was ate the box
Nothing ain't changed but the diamonds in the watch
And the marbles on my foot got me dancing in my socks
Hey, every day I wake up
Just to count my cake up
Wasn't getting money
I don't know what the deal was