Letra

Step in the club and nobody gets a look in Bottles start poppin' and bodies start droppin' Think I been shottin' the way I get guap in But I'm OG status so I never touch nothin' I'm not checkin' the time, I'm just lookin' at it tickin' Ice cubes in the bezel got my wrists drippin' Gold in my belt buckle like I'm Pete Griffin I just keep sippin', keep sippin', I keep sippin' Started in Harrod's with a Louis V bag I'm in Dior, sippin' champagne while they de-tag Then I'm on the top floor, eatin' coconut prawns With a piña colada just to relax I'm in the jewelers, droppin' money like it's goin' out of fashion Rubies in my pendant, now the women are harrassin' Underground car park, I got me the apartment AMG with the big wheels for my darlin' Stepped out of the lift lookin' like I'm God's gift Though my haters'll be pissed that I'm livin' like this Haircut in the living room, my barber's my guy 30 floors up, lookin' out into the sky Look, look It gets mad when I bring the gang out (gang out) I bring four with me on a night out (uh-huh) Diamonds make a nigga stand out (uh-huh) And if there's problems, then we bang out (bang out) It gets mad when I bring the gang out (gang out) Four with me on a night out (uh-huh) Diamonds make a nigga stand out (yeah, uh-huh) And if there's problems, then we ride out (look) I can never get caught slippin' Beard lookin' ten-ten, the fade lookin' different Everything rose-gold, the trainers are so cold I'm in Mike Amiri, lookin' Pop Smoke Every day I get dope, Bentley with the big spokes on it No, I don't smoke, but the edibles are chronic And the business is solid, B. Malone sellin' from the High street I'm like the Wolf of Wall Street Might see me overseas, Cartier shades and a side-bag Or on a dance-floor somewhere bringin' the vibe back Bottle for my sidekick Gun fingers for the DJ to pull the track back Bidda-bap-bap, bap-bap! Big bottle of Grey Goose celebrate the success This isn't my debut, I stayed doin' business Now labels wanna invest Tell 'em this is Black independence It is best, and I said it with chest The chains lookin' hefty, the bottles are frosty Couple day-ones that have got me And they know I've got them if they've got a problem Yeah, that's the mandem, the mandem, the mandem Look, look It gets mad when I bring the gang out (gang out) I bring four with me on a night out (uh-huh) Diamonds make a nigga stand out (uh-huh) And if there's problems, then we bang out (bang out) It gets mad when I bring the gang out (gang out) Four with me on a night out (uh-huh) Diamonds make a nigga stand out (uh-huh) And if there's problems, then we ride out It gets mad when I bring the gang out (gang out) I bring four with me on a night out (uh-huh) Diamonds make a nigga stand out (uh-huh) And if there's problems, then we bang out (bang out) It gets mad when I bring the gang out (gang out) Four with me on a night out (uh-huh) Diamonds make a nigga stand out (uh-huh) And if there's problems, then we ride out Gang out Uh-huh Uh-huh Gang out Uh-huh Uh-huh
Writer(s): Aaron Davies, Kevin Gani, Zvikomborero Thabo Munjoma Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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