B£lly

Lyrics

[Intro] Yo, last year I said to myself This year, I wanna make so much fucking dough Been there, done that, next on the list Is getting that fucking country home Who told you that grime don't pay? Must've been One of them washed up MCs from back in the day Spitting funky bars on a regular basis Fucking gay [Verse] When I was a yout, I didn't have much Now that I'm older, I buy what I want Don't get mad when you see me stunt Girls get wet when they see me stunt Air Force Ones, £160 a pair No lie when I say that's a pricey bunch Three-course meal, bare fish and that Yeah, that's right, expensive lunch How many shows? Like five a month No queueing up, I go straight to the front Bouncers looking at me like a million pounds They're thinking "oh, what a cunt" But it's OK, but it's all good I'm only here to spray up the shubs You're outside, I'm inside Hug, kiss, groupie love Some different stuff Telling me how she wants that stuff So I made one phone call to my Uncle Douglas Told him bring that stuff Now I've got Jada, Pink and Halle Touching my big boy willy and stuff People looking at us Like say it's a homemade porn, shocking stuff Barmaid putting way too much Coke in my drink I told her "that's too much" Got about fifteen drink tokens to myself So really, it ain't no fuss After the rave, I jump in a cab My face is hot so I don't do bus When I get back to the base, I'm counting notes Like say it was sheep and stuff [Outro] I hit the B-E-double-L-Y I hit the B-E-double-L-Y I hit the B-E-double-L-Y Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie I hit the B-E-double-L-Y I hit the B-E-double-L-Y I hit the B-E-double-L-Y Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie