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PERFORMING ARTISTS
KAM-BU
KAM-BU
Vocals
Leon Vynehall
Leon Vynehall
Programming
Amy Langley
Amy Langley
Cello
Michael Underwood
Michael Underwood
Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamron Roberts
Kamron Roberts
Lyrics
Leon Vynehall
Leon Vynehall
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leon Vynehall
Leon Vynehall
Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Scott Knapper
Scott Knapper
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Are you on ten yet? Have you made friends yet? Go get them M's then, money's still pendin' I swear they're pretending I just extend it Grip it and bend it Do it like Becks did, I can't let them check this My wave is stupendous Now they look stressed I don't have to flex I do this with gang I speak with my chest, I have the finesse Now they look stressed I don't have to flex I do this with gang I speak with my chest, I have the finesse Look, are you on ten yet? Have you made friends yet or you got a trophy Or you like spendin' cash Do you really know by your friends from the foe Big city lies but they're blind from the smoke I don't really know but I know by the show Bust gon' fingers every time I spoke Fuckin' done deal, I ain't never gettin' broke Fuckin' John Tinsah I hear him with a bow L, hold that, sniff it in your nose Hell no, Stephanie froze, Michelle bangs like sticks and pose She just wanna whine and shine that glow Haffi take time, I'm slidin' slow In and they're fighting, hiding bro I don't really like them sides, I'll go 'Cause money haffi make like rides who go on a Sunday Where your mum stay, flow stay jumpy Bad girls love me Dumb flings, fuck up bar, one lane Never stay comfy, look in or lunge, bae That's a quick new show where the funds stay Have you made friends yet? Go get them M's then, money's still pendin' I swear they're pretending I just extend it Grip it and bend it Do it like Becks did Now they look stressed I don't have to flex I do this with gang I speak with my chest, I have the finesse Have you made friends yet? Go get them M's then, money's still pendin' I swear they're pretending I just extend it Grip it and bend it Do it like Becks did Now they look stressed I don't have to flex I do this with gang I speak with my chest, I have the finesse Yo, stick 'em up Stick 'em up, stick 'em up If I shoot I can't miss, that precision stuff Now my weed and my money come in bigger clumps First they love you, they hate you It's written once I refuse to succomb to this pissin' pot I've been feelin' different ever since the videos dropped I need seem O's and my ring need a bigger rock I need a home and my whip need a bigger lot I want my kids to have share, I cannot think of what Small me (you know what I mean?) I know they wore my crown but it's too high Fix your screw face bro, fix your screw eyes Or you mad 'cause you couldn't get the stew right We're gon' bag him man, I only came with two guys Don't be fooled by the friends, we still do crime If I had to put in work, I would do time Bought the sauce like I'm meant to Getting scores like I'm emerald, just to make my ends move 'Cause they didn't want to meet, I resent you When your pockets only fill like your legs do Pressure on your mental, do it like the press do Hope they don't arrest you, always bring your best tools Any why's the man that you're next to bettin' on your next move If I had to drill, I'd be dead too Are you on ten yet? Have you made friends yet? Go get them M's then, money's still pendin' I swear they're pretending I just extend it Grip it and bend it Do it like Becks did, I can't let them check this My wave is stupendous Now they look stressed I don't have to flex I do this with gang I speak with my chest, I have the finesse Now they look stressed I don't have to flex I do this with gang I speak with my chest, I have the finesse Onto the next
Writer(s): Kamron Roberts, Leon Vynehall Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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