I pray you get the things you manifest

But I'm lying if I tell you that I wish you happiness

Coz I don't want you happy if you ain't happy with me

I could be Pablo, be Tata for me

I pray that you're healthy and well

And get all the wealth in the world

I just wish that you could splash it with me

I got all this money, what's the matter with me?

I just want my family and my Tata with me

Yeah

Your friends knew me I said, "put in the word"

Your girl said you was choosy, I just said, "introduce me"

You don't remember them times? I was a mess in my hoopty

But the, gift of the gab comes effortless to me

You let me take you for food, it weren't anything bougie

It's when you said you go uni, I felt my Nokia vibrate

Let's wrap up the date, get a container for two please

You looked and me and said, "you better make it up to me"

We don't remember that, do we?

We argue and fighting

You forever accuse me

You're saying everything's booky

You said I don't make you happy

When you said it, it threw me

Said I broke your heart and I'm trying to mend it with Gucci

But it's a happy ending, right? It's how it ends in the movies

There's nobody like you, with you I'm ever so goofy

And now I'm over here buggin' bro

I'm messaging -

I'm like "broski she's pregnant for dookie"

And truthfully, I pray you get the things you manifest

But I'm lying if I tell you that I wish you happiness

Coz I don't want you happy

If you ain't happy with me

I could be Pablo, be Tata for me

I pray that you're healthy and well

And get all the wealth in the world

I just wish that you could splash it with me

Look, I got all this money

What's the matter with me?

I just want my family and my Tata with me

Because I'm heart broken and it turned me villainous

If i'm keeping it a hundred, bae you hurt me millions

I'm in a tracksuit coz I'm working and I work ridiculous

And these stupid arse girls wanna swerve me, idiots

She ain't used to a boss, she dates nerdy chicken-shits

Industry dude that says he works with Rizzle Kicks

Text a **** round me? You better slurp that ****'s dick

Come out the crib, I give a fuck 'bout where your Hermes slipper is

And listen bitch, if you get the things you manifest

On my life I wont care I'm gonna wish you happiness

Like go and be happy, be happy and free

I'll just find someone else to be Tata for me

I swear that imma be healthy and well and get every girl in the world

You're gonna wish that you was back here with me

Look, I got all this money

What's the matter with me?

I just want my Tata, I want my Tata with me