I like the way she moved to me she fine
I’m taking my time writing this rhyme
With the way I got money on my mind
365 better stay on my grind
Got 3 bitches on me like they wanna ride
Wanna take me home best catch me outside
Body like sommer without the ray
Take them to my house it’s going my way
Don’t got time if she don’t wanna play
Walk out the door and head for the gate
Painted a picture like mona lisa
Asked for her pics she snapped me a teaser
She call me Papi
I call her my senorita
Netflix and chill best order up the pizza
Yeah that’s what I like tho
12’ Margarita with chips on the side yo
Yo are they mad
Are they mad
Sat in the pad doing rap after rap
All these yutes wanna flap broken jaws and windows cracked
Counting up my racks like 1 2 3
I don’t wanna talk if it’s not about p
Grew up in Gateshead born and bread
Always on road getting chased by feds
I knew when the lights turned green
And red that was my time to start making bread
Can’t talk to me if it’s wasting my time
Got better things to do in the booth with grime
Charlie sloth hit me up
Fire in the booth that’s next up
Started from the bottom rose to the top
Making bare tunes and I’m not gonna stop
Money going up and it’s never gonna drop
Because none of my songs will ever flop
Listen when I say I got money on my mind
Best know that I’m on my grind
Going to the top and you will find
Beekayy music on top of the grime
Fuck that’s shit I’m not going back
Living in a council state 2 bedroom flat
Mum in one and me in the other
Had to share a room with my little brother
That’s when times were hard
I couldn’t even afford to live in my own yard
Yo are they mad
Are they mad
Sat in the pad doing rap after rap
All these yutes wanna flap broken jaws and windows cracked
Counting up my racks like 1 2 3
I don’t wanna talk if it’s not about p
Grew up in Gateshead born and bread
Always on road getting chased by feds
I knew when the lights turned green
And red that was my time to start making bread
Can’t talk to me if it’s wasting my time
Got better things to do in the booth with grime
Listen up this was all my rhyme
Taking some parts 1 time for the 1 time
Bare man chat to me about money
I don’t talk about that shit I find it funny
They think there big coz they got some racks
I’m out here making p with t on the tracks
No cap that’s facts that’s me gone I’ll be back
I’m taking my time writing this rhyme
With the way I got money on my mind
365 better stay on my grind
Got 3 bitches on me like they wanna ride
Wanna take me home best catch me outside
Body like sommer without the ray
Take them to my house it’s going my way
Don’t got time if she don’t wanna play
Walk out the door and head for the gate
Painted a picture like mona lisa
Asked for her pics she snapped me a teaser
She call me Papi
I call her my senorita
Netflix and chill best order up the pizza
Yeah that’s what I like tho
12’ Margarita with chips on the side yo
Yo are they mad
Are they mad
Sat in the pad doing rap after rap
All these yutes wanna flap broken jaws and windows cracked
Counting up my racks like 1 2 3
I don’t wanna talk if it’s not about p
Grew up in Gateshead born and bread
Always on road getting chased by feds
I knew when the lights turned green
And red that was my time to start making bread
Can’t talk to me if it’s wasting my time
Got better things to do in the booth with grime
Charlie sloth hit me up
Fire in the booth that’s next up
Started from the bottom rose to the top
Making bare tunes and I’m not gonna stop
Money going up and it’s never gonna drop
Because none of my songs will ever flop
Listen when I say I got money on my mind
Best know that I’m on my grind
Going to the top and you will find
Beekayy music on top of the grime
Fuck that’s shit I’m not going back
Living in a council state 2 bedroom flat
Mum in one and me in the other
Had to share a room with my little brother
That’s when times were hard
I couldn’t even afford to live in my own yard
Yo are they mad
Are they mad
Sat in the pad doing rap after rap
All these yutes wanna flap broken jaws and windows cracked
Counting up my racks like 1 2 3
I don’t wanna talk if it’s not about p
Grew up in Gateshead born and bread
Always on road getting chased by feds
I knew when the lights turned green
And red that was my time to start making bread
Can’t talk to me if it’s wasting my time
Got better things to do in the booth with grime
Listen up this was all my rhyme
Taking some parts 1 time for the 1 time
Bare man chat to me about money
I don’t talk about that shit I find it funny
They think there big coz they got some racks
I’m out here making p with t on the tracks
No cap that’s facts that’s me gone I’ll be back
( Beekayy.ck )
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