Skepta - Over The Top lyrics

I want 100%, not 50/50 I get money, but my name ain't 50 Went to the Lloyd bank, took out a Young Buck Brown, purple, pinky Then I put pink stones in the pinky Bought an R6 and a motorbike jacket to make sure I minimise any injury Come follow me A lot of money's exchanging hands They wanna know Boy Better Know plans I told them smell this, can you smell that? Mmm, grands, these other guys ain't got no fans Wait 'til Jme's CD lands Come follow me [Hook] I wanna make more than a hundred I wanna make more than a thousand I wanna make more than a mil So I keep mounting bills One, two, three, four Fold one over the top, more One, two, three, four Fold one over the top, more I was frivolous, but now I'm a saver I'm a hustler by nature I can sell bread to a baker Sell a fence to my next door neighbour I wanna buy a [?] with a laser cause I'm famous, but I'm still a raver Girls see me in the club, they're like "he ain't got one bottle of champagne" "He's got two!" I'm like "Babe That's how we do!" Your man can't do it like me No I ain't Lethal da B You better ask someone quickly cause Come follow me [Hook] I make money, but I don't work in a mint Brown, purple, pink The queen looks pretty in pink These other MCs are skint I'm looking a black BM limousine tint I don't want nobody to see me Unless I'm on TV Come follow me Jack and stack, I've done that The grime scene I run that One thousand pounds for me, Max and J - bun that More money, more paper I want vehicles and mortgages These other man don't know what ballin' is Come follow me [Hook]