Look, I'm the sh** with the swagga
I take the piss bladda
Imma be rich madda
Mounts of cash, camera flash
Oh god I'm used to this
Haters get cross crucifix
You can get lost like stupid kids
But I guess stupid is what stupid does
I burn money I'm stupid cuz
Why, ca I love the smell of papers
Imma round trees 30 acres
Only come around me on your worst behaviour
Why, cuz i make man act up
No camera, just flashed up, snap
I'm always hyping, I make it rain I'm lightning
Cash stacked in 20g packs
Stashed under the mattress
So many red bags floating about the house
You would have thought I'm on the madness
Acting like I don't know what a bank is
Ghetto birds circling the gaff on the angus
Coz they can't figure out where the tank for the dank is
But I don't play that so they can stay back
I'm gonna make that p ofa bangers you wa*kers
Wind on man back and imma come again
I got 99 problems but bars ain't one of them
The few true stars and I'm on my friend watch dog
Till I lock the whole globe in its circumference
12 struck again, got a sixth swagga and imma tell him it's
Super cool bartain, catch me in a street in Geneva shopping for
Accounts and trust I'll be laughing
Verse 3&4 coming soon