Lyrics

[Intro: Mikey Trapstar & Method Man] Yo, oi, you're calling man early, you better have an explanation for this Mikey, this motherfucker finessed me, the money he gave me was fake Huh? We did video, he said "alright," hopped inarosegold Maybach thendrove off He's ina trapstar soccer jersey, he had me meet him in Shepherd's Bush, that's where I am right now Oh fuck, I don't know what I'ma do Sounds like a you problem Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar, dollar bill, y'all [Chorus: Central Cee] Cash rules everythin' around me, I'm about the green, like today's St. Patrick's Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin', gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting, so we get bands and spend it on— She don't wanna fuck me on the first date, then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet I'm on a roll, I just hit two hoes, that's one more goal and I got me a hat trick Take man's sweet one, robbin' Baskin, posted up like where are the gyaldem? Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin', who's outside? That's me and the mandem Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thankin'? [Verse 1: Central Cee] Step in the club, let me see wagwan, I'm tryna go yard with somebody's daughter These American girls keep laughin' any time I say, "Bottle of water" She don't wanna pay for her BBL herself, she's lookin' for someone to sponsor Put the Lambo' truck in Corsa, of course I remember the Vauxhall Astra Break her back like chiropractor, slapped it, makin' her eyes roll back Her waist so thin and her thighs all fat, take pics in the gym, but she lipo that Don't call me and talk 'bout crime, I'm prang, I keep on thinkin' my iPhone's tapped I'm grateful that I get by off rap, but I'm not gonna lie, I don't mind the trap [Chorus: Central Cee] Cash rules everythin' around me, I'm about the green, like today's St. Patrick's Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin', gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting, so we get bands and spend it on— She don't wanna fuck me on the first date, then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet I'm on a roll, I just hit two hoes, that's one more goal and I got me a hat trick Take man's sweet one Robbins-Baskin, posted up like where are the gyaldem? Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin', who's outside? That's me and the mandem Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thankin'? [Verse 2: A2 Anti] Bim-bim, bim this bim I'm bimmin' Whine of the window, he's catchin' a shillin' Beam-beam named beam, this jewellery gleamin' Cover your eyes, don't lose your vision I love money and pretty women She can take dick from the way she sittin' (Uh-huh) Am I gonna line this Kylie bird? It depends on the way they ship it All year round I land in Paris True say the mandem stand on business Got a band, run in Barcelona All she do is chat and fuck for fitness We keep in winter, Canada Goose holdin' a six shot London boys in Moncler Mayas LV pouch got Kovi, sick cunts [Chorus: Central Cee & A2 Anti] Cash rules everythin' around us, about the green, like today's St. Patrick's Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin', gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting, so we get bands and spend it on— She don't wanna fuck me on the first date, then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet I'm on a roll, I just hit two hoes, that's one more goal and I got me a hat trick Take man's sweet one Robbins-Baskin, posted up like where are the gyaldem? Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin', who's outside? That's me and the mandem Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thankin'? [Outro: Central Cee] Ahh, you know, I'm not really a newcomer though But I'ma accept it nevertheless