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PERFORMING ARTISTS
DigDat
DigDat
Vocals
Aitch
Aitch
Vocals
Whyjay
Whyjay
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
DigDat
DigDat
Composer
Aitch
Aitch
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Whyjay
Whyjay
Producer
Chris Rich
Chris Rich
Producer
Henkka Niemistö
Henkka Niemistö
Mastering Engineer

Letras

WhYJay I love Chris Rich Yo, I don't really fuck with the trap like that But the income coming in fast (yeah) Never had one grand to my name Left work, same year, made money off rap When I sit back, think life changed Same way I'm still Aitch, that's nuttin' but facts Put my money in bricks, not cocaine ones Young boss, man's juggling gaffs Talk like you're bad and you shoot like Kobe 'Til you get left scarface like Tony Lyin', he weren't ever on like Iwobi I'm richer than all them opps, ask Sony (ask them) Still washin' up white like Persil Then I put it in a zip bag like Virgil (bag it) When I was on the wing like Ozil Bangin' my door like my house got burgled Yeah, cash in the bag, got a big one Count four scores then I fold the fifth one Quick ten more, flick through, that's a quid gone Five more less, splash that, it got dripped on (like) Dig-DigDat, know what my name is Bust down two tone, thought it was stainless (bust down) Gave fifty bags to my jeweller I can't take no days off like Bueller Never been shot but never been gunman Never made gun bang But I'll still punch man Hop off the plane, got me doin' up sun tan Gyal on the kid, truss, 'nuff of them love man Catch air, I don't no average Man gotta go bro, make a pack backflip G2 sick on the pitch, they matchfit Come through, pick up your bitch, no rampin' She got a man, call me when you're horny Tell a boy shut up like it was Stormzy (shut up) And if I get booked for giggs Then I make S spray it cah man don't care (ay, bring that) Feds think that I gon' clear But I'm still in my trackie and black Moncler Back then I had bands in my shoebox Mad how I know get it all in credit (money) Gyal all sprung when they saw us Hop out the tour bus, come in and shell it (shell it) And that gyal said she adore us Bussin' it for us, tell her don't beg it In the studio, gotta wake more up Bill up and pour up, fuck it, let's get it Got groupies showin' man more love But I get bored 'cause it's nuttin' impressive Run t'ru Shanequa and Ayesha Both upset, now they move excessive Need me a link but who can I message When I got ex one's doin' obsessive (how) Got a big back like Kim, not slim And you always come nice, you're good (yeah) But if I get a drop on them Then we leave that red when we ride in hoods Three and a half racks in Louis, I paid in cash (what) Fuck it, I made it back Big bro's plugs are bald and got a moustache Breaking Bad Had a whip, got chased in that So they put him on a ban, now he's takin' cabs Runnin' late to the stage, it's mad Wait one sec though, let me take this Snap And when I'm in Gucci textin' my stylist Like, I gotta make sure I fit them sizes (get that) Twenty-eight bags for my Day-Date KK under a box like AJ (boy) Got a spin ting, no Beyblade Pray they don't lock me up like Tay-K Bro's in the can like KA But I might catch me a flight, go J Fly boy, make a G5 look basic Lost count how many flights we've taken Done with the planes, man I need me spaceship Done with the waves, man I need me main chick Two cups, both filled up with Henny I'm drank up and ready, I'm finna get shelly Blowin' on Cali, this zobbie too smelly Got ash on my jacket, I'm pissed off already Like five in the mornin', had no sleep And I'm still here tryna get a hold of the weed man (brr) Peng tings blush when they see man Wanna take pics when they meet man (move) Told that bitch, "please, stay out the way" No, I ain't gonna beat but my G can Told that bitch, "please, stay out the way" No, I ain't gonna beat but my G can I love Chris Rich WhYJay
Writer(s): Darren Diggs, Jacob Daniel Jones, Harrison James Armstrong, Christopher John Richardson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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