Temp2 - A.T.M. (About That Money) lyrics

Verse 1: Mayhem: Yooooo, the kid with the accent's back Trust May, I must say he's a handsome chap That went from selling grams to rap Now I put up to the club, big wheels, chromy things attached And I drink 'til the Henny gone Name ring like the celly on Cuz the waist linked to the semi arm The way miss move her thong when she t**n' is bizerkin' She gettin' drawn like a curtain She like cor blimey, Mayhem your grimey Cuz even when I'm up in the sheets the .4's by me Diamonds up the piece it's all shiny Still without a backstage pa** the who*es find me And they know who the man be Ice grill on the watch, the chain looking angry Drop the coupe, I'm hardly mackin' Now La Kid knock more boots than Charlie Chaplin Hook S.A.S.: This is for all of my G's (all of my G's) All about money, they ballin' with cheese (ballin' with cheese) Where ever we go we rolling them trees And rip shows, get dough, get low, then we breeze (Repeat) Verse 2 Mega: Yooooo, they love how I'm speaking This bangs in the club like Bloods when they beefing It's the d** that I'm chiefing, bub's got me wheezing I keep it gritty from Finchley to thugs up in Neasden Wrist glist, great charm, big whip, Range long See me on the strip wit' them Slick Rick chains on Yooooo, oi u got the name wrong When I spit it distinguished and English in the same song This is the remedy, all the chickens befriending me Mega diss her while bredders lick her like Hennesy She up for going down like a see-saw We da men dem dat the gal dem fiend for Tint my ride, put rims on side And I won't need Xzibit and them to pimp my ride See the Dips poppin' them snubs, they walkin' with heaters When lickin' shots in the club and I ain't talking tequila, mira Hook Verse 3 S.A.S.: Mayhem: Ball in the Lex, ah man they all wanna s** What you thought we was posh like Victoria Becks (No) I smut chicks cuz at this pimp game May La Kid is undisputed like Snipes and Ving Rhames The lead spark it, give you a head target Walk up in the club, they roll out the red carpet Like goddammit it's dem, bandanas and gems Mega, k**a, Santana and Jim, oh and me Mega: I came in the exit, my name, yeah you guessed it I ain't playin', I'm saying my names on the guest list I got models and my face on some next sh** I just pop bottles and liase with the best chicks Sippin' Don, let's get it on, where I'm at DJ's play this, they drop bombs like Iraq Stuntin' its nuttin', you pretty, we provide that Plus the weed we bunnin' is sticky like a fly trap Hook 2x