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PERFORMING ARTISTS
M24
M24
Vocals
Tion Wayne
Tion Wayne
Vocals
Roddy Beatz
Roddy Beatz
Programming
Young Chencs
Young Chencs
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
M24
M24
Composer
Tion Wayne
Tion Wayne
Composer
Roddy Beatz
Roddy Beatz
Composer
Young Chencs
Young Chencs
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Roddy Beatz
Roddy Beatz
Producer
Young Chencs
Young Chencs
Producer
Jampz
Jampz
Additional Producer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
MSM
MSM
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Uh, uh Mm, mm Uh, uh Uh, uh (Grrt, grrt) Uh, uh Have you been Piccadilly with a gun? (Uh-uh) Where you from? Shake your bum, shake your bum (Uh, uh) Ever since I got rich, no average girl, love my African girl, baby, come (Uh-uh) Does he run up a bill? (Uh-uh) Gyal, wan' be my ying-yang? (Uh-uh) Hustle hard like bin man (Mm, mm) Now there's money to waste, they can't dun She say I got money to waste (Grrt) I'm in Leicester Square playin' poker (Yes) Shout Snoop and step with a broom (Shout Snoop) And hit man's head, what a joker Still run man down with smokers lungs, I'm a full-time smoker (You know) Stuff four girls in a Vito (Yes) If I hit this, she ain't goin' back to the owner Stuff nineteen on a clip like G, already did with the G19 Marvellous brain when I kick back, smoke on my weed (Uh-uh) It coulda been a get-backs or it coulda been AD's Coulda been attempted, but it was a— (Yeah) Now his face all over my screen Today, we only brought one skeng, but now I'm with M, there's two of us (Ayo) We don't know who needs corn next, so we saved some mash like school dinners Street life, it can go wrong Gyal from NY comin' London (Grrt) Sayin' that it beefs mine, that ain't what it feel like (Baow) Caught him in a real life, sayin', "Wagwan" Young boy love shoot like cameraman This is interestin' for a bag of san Think that you're sick? Try this flick Watch a man just kick, Jackie Chan Why you wanna get smoked like flavoured or Benson Bought bro-bro new chain, don't mention Don't know why the haters crave attention Shoot, shoot, David Beckham Have you been Piccadilly with a gun? (Uh-uh) Where you from? Shake your bum, shake your bum (Uh, uh) Ever since I got rich, no average girl, love my African girl, baby, come (Uh-uh) Does he run up a bill? (Uh-uh) Gyal, wan' be my ying-yang? (Uh-uh) Hustle hard like bin man (Mm, mm) Now there's money to waste, they can't dun Young demon, pound, change my demeanour Now I step way more cleaner Really spend twenty-five racks in Celine for Celina I got a Asian one, she a diva Don't switch, got rich, but naturally wheeler and dealer Twenty-five shots of Tequila My guy, what you doin' 'round here? Where you from? What you on? Where you from? You don't wanna get smoked, Wiz Khalifa Tek way dat gyal from her man Pretty girl, come from Suriname Like, all of a sudden, all these girls love me When wrist wear turn Switzerland Tryna run up a mill' (Ticket, ticket) You ain't seen a hundred K bill Like, you ain't really bad in the field Broke boy, but I know how you feel (Yo) Have you been Piccadilly with a gun? (Uh-uh) Where you from? Shake your bum, shake your bum (Uh, uh) Ever since I got rich, no average girl, love my African girl, baby, come (Uh-uh) Does he run up a bill? (Uh-uh) Gyal, wan' be my ying-yang? (Uh-uh) Hustle hard like bin man (Mm, mm) Now there's money to waste, they can't dun You are now listening to Young Chencs
Writer(s): Dennis Junior Odunwo, Dorai Harrison, Valentino Angelo Salvi, Roddy James Woods Mcauley, Frank Ampomah Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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