Tip, tip, tip, tip I got some money to spend Stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Time to stop it, stop it, stop it, stop it Man got the habit, money poking out the bag I might hop out on it now, for my city brought it back Bad bitches bust it down, always

She told me put my heart in the bag (In the bag) And nobody gets hurt (Nobody) Now I'm running from her love, I'm not fast (Fast) So I'm making it worse (Making it worse) Now I'm digging up a grave, from my past I'm a whole different person (A whole

I'm going all out if it's 'bout mine I'm getting my shine on, I been on my grind Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind Buy her a Birkin bag, keep her up to par Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off Had to play my role, now I'm taking

How 'bout you? To tell the truth I think we're the chosen few An' how 'bout you? Do you feel the way I do? Yeah, I like my country rocking', how 'bout you? Yeah, I know where I come from I don't need baggy clothes Or rings in my nose to be cool

It ain't easy, being me Will I see the penitentiary, or will I stay free It ain't easy I take a shot of Henessey now I'm strong enough to face the madness Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side Two

Now I'm like "Mum, buy a hundred bags" No more broken promises, I swear Mummy ain't never seen a hundred bags I need you to know that your son's got your back No more broken promises And we all know growing up in London's mad So let 'em all know that my

I see a Mansard Roof through the trees, I see a salty message written in the eves, The ground beneath my feet, we are garbage and concrete, And now the tops of buildings I can see them too! The Argentines collapse in defeat, The admiralty surveys the

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Do I really see what's in her mind Each time I think I'm close to knowing She keeps on growing Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye

I got a bunch of bullets and a bag of guns I pass 'em to my niggaz c'mon Now tell me what y'all smoking What kinda heat y'all holdin' Well is your creep move potent We got the plan in motion Want to get high, come smoke with me Smoke with me, light it up

By the rivers of my mem'ry It's knowing that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch And it's knowing I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the