Skepta - Big Spender lyrics

[Hook] Good lookin', so refined Say wouldn't you like to know whats going on in my mind? So let me get right to the point I don't pop my cork for every guy I see Hey big spender Spend, a little time with me [Verse 1: Skepta] If Happiness is the only thing that money can't buy then there ain't much you can buy me I'll be chilling in a French hotel smoking a big spliff, just waiting to whitey Downstairs for dinner with a princess Celebrities sitting beside me This à la carte meal tastes so nice f**ing hell, this sh**'s tiny The sleeve on my shirt sits above my Rolex ever so slightly The light hits the chandelier, hits the 18k, that's ever so shiny Diamonds same colour as Bushkin And my chain same colour as Mighty Tell Flocka to tell Shawty Lo to tell Gucci Mane that I'm so icey Connoisseur status, I still drink 'til the gla** is empty Tell the waiter I wanna taste some rosé, I'm looking for something zesty Then I say grace, tell God to bless the food first cause he already blessed me Looking at the price on the menu, to me now's a distant memory [Hook] [Verse 2: Theophilus London] This here is Givenchy, 900 dollar jeans homie All these girls be raunchy, like let me see your peen homie She tryna cause a scene, but I'm in Paris with my team Walking slow like I'm on lean, damn a n***a j**elry look so clean I occasionally ball in Lanvin, I ain't talking 'bout Jim Jones n***a, I'm talking 'bout hooping up, expensive shirt, breaking bones f** yo Rolex, roll up homie, roll that kush, blow that homie Oh stop that, the po-po on me, uh, sh**.. out the window We just getting saucy in Aussie, we bossy Tryna bring back the term bling bling cause we flossy You brought snapbacks back, well that's a cool accomplishment I'm on the other side, on another globe on conference [Hook] [Verse 3: Theophilus London] f** that Home boy, I'm never home, I'm not even in my continent In a town, I can't pronounce this sh**, this is more than confidence f** your continental breakfast, you incompetent My nickname International, my accent changed by accident It's Soho House put your phone away, I don't give a f** who ya protege I'm from Brooklyn, I f** with Jay, time to time, I chill with 'Ye Fans don't mosh, n***a they pause, b**hes so fly like "Oh, my gosh" Yeah, we selling out girls, girls, money yelling out They planking cause they bored n***a need a new hobby, need a new body You the biter, you the new hottie, you a stylist, wait in my lobby n***a dance like Bobby, tryna get like 2 cribs for my mommy That ain't guac, b**h that's wasabi, tell Rich I'm the face of Tommy