Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
H Moneda
H Moneda
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
H Moneda
H Moneda
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Millibands
Millibands
Producer

Lyrics

Jumped off the porch Geronimo
 
Fast forward jumped out a porche with a Spanish hoe
Get busy wid this big fizzy not a can of coke
Went overs seas bought Brizzys , land the bulk
No lights on still hoes see the carats glow
Buss it wide open put my pole in her camel toe
Ski ski ski skint her out on my camera phone
Babe watch my posts if she ever saw my camera roll
 Home owner H, just bought me some real estate
Dolly from yard put jerk on my Dinner plate
 jerk which my dinners mate? Find your self in a state
skull gang the Ute I'll turn a boy to Philip plein
Stainless 5980 keep the phillipe plain
Big bumboclart 40 pointers make her misbehave
Brenda want my baby but baby I don't feel the same
jakes tryna catch me wid the baige just to fill the cage just fill the cage
Last L Rubbed me,
Lost look ugly,
Even under pressure Bismillah I look comfy,
Hoes all love me,
Block still hug me,
Take risks drink bubbly,
Got rich from Dudley,
Team sport play rugby,
Came up rugged so we balance it with luxury,
She want the soft life but Can she manage all my fuckery,
Found a off, tried to land a p*%#t in the country,
Pray is doesn't rub me,
But you know the get back,
Better than the set back,
Get caught in the mix certain times take a step back,
Concrete jungle better learn to swerve the death trap,
Best defence is offence, I ain't playing left back,
Urus came jet black,
Flyer than Jet pack,
Fly her out, jet lagged,
Ain't pennying her boyfriend I'll son him like a step dad,
Clasp on my neck back,
Diamonds where chest at,
I told pluggy send a next batch!!
Tell em all money ain't it good money,
Came up of the jugg money,
Ting govn good mummy,
I know rich **** that look bummy,
Bummy **** look rich,
I can't lie the hoods funny
I must lost Marbles
Sitting with the Cartel,
Before I take the weight perfect the technique with barbel,
Venezuelan baddie with a skin colour caramel,
If she suck it till I NUT I buy her Van cleef & Arpels
It's Young Neda Nae, they're like H bro play the game,
So I raise the stake and my steak like acre lane,
Whole different cloth different fabric I'm Tailor made,
Ting MAD like Yeezy , the trappers all pray for YÉ,
Therapist told me that I should try to open up,
Like I could tell the bitch I was stressed out I had a token stuck,
 regular flights island hoping sipping Coconuts,
Youngen drinking off my pack, told him never ever sober up
Get coz u old enough,
And older never showed us love,
 
Looking like we showing off,
 
Every time we showing up,
Pull up in masjid I'm In Jummah make our shoulders touch,
And we praying feet to feet,
Then it's go right back to feed the streets,
Fly packs I don't meet and greet,
They Ask whey there's a bady wid you,
Flex therapist, see I help her rid her daddy issues,
Came up coz of country with a junky like I'm glad he misuse,
Hood full of snakes, be sure to keep the ladder wid you,
at least keep a dagger wid you,
Ching pissed, bladder tissue,
Hood be like Mogadishu,
Slap it if we have an issue,
Tokarev it had a whistle,
Have your parents out live you grandpa and your granny miss you,
Know my ting is mad official,
We apex pussy never on the menu,
Watch the company you keep hit for what your friend do,
You basic boy my brick talk it might offend you,
I'm the last of this cloth it's Discontinued.
Written by: H Moneda
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