Yung Exclusive - Grammys lyrics

[Verse 1] Hallelujah, amen Biz came back in High life, fast life Uptown, get right Get the coke out the foil Bring the water to a boil First night I hit the scene That's a thousand on the jeans Oh my, oh my Games mine, worldwide Reloads, no lie You're sh**, no vibes Yellow Rollie on the wrist I see someone take the piss Money march into Joeseppi Everybody's mini Biz Making thousands in the pen I do this again and again Getting money, dirty money I got it, it's ten out of ten Got a text [?] They say that I'm still in the pen Rolling round in my Benz She came with a friend of her friend Why hate? Why hate? Fresh home, I hate Shout out my dawgs Them man fly straight With my n***as eating dinner [?] you're a winner Big up [?], big up Jizzle Big up [?], big up Scribbles [Verse 2] Told everybody don't f** with me If you do it, do it properly Serve a n***a like I'm Djokovic I'm just [?], please don't bother me At the top is where I gotta be Getting money like Monopoly I hate you f** n***as f**ing up the economy E.R., we ain't playing games Twenty-thou on that plain Jane Free the dawgs, I ain't saying names Free the dawgs, I ain't saying names I don't talk about broke boys We are not on the same thing Getting money with dope boys In the club popping Champagne I get money, I'm the truth I'm the realest in the booth I just wanna be the Biz I don't wanna be you Hundred thousand in my face Rock designers every day Go to sleep getting paid I don't f** with no Jakes I don't wanna fall in love Baby I just wanna f** Couple bottles, roll the Cannabis Get the p**y and duck I ain't tryna stay the night I don't wanna have a fight You and me just one time I don't wanna have a wife I got London on a hype I put plastic on my mic I put plastic on my dick I be sleeping with your wife Being Biz is a crime Balmain for a night I hit the store I don't try it on I just wanna know the price I'll be pissing on your life All my diamonds on a hype Shoutout six, shoutout six I came home, he's eating right I take a L, I smoke a L Karma's a b**h, I know her well I went jail, they said I failed They sending me hate mail Oh well, oh well Die slow, go hell Cause I don't really give a f** (laugh)