Please turn the lights off yeah It's looking smokey in here Please turn off the lights off yeah I got some bags for 20 mins I turn up the light show Run to the back again, I dance, I dance like Alfonso Jumped on a flight it was so business there's dinner in Bordeaux Busy make any more dough' I can't play around no more Paid my debts that I did owe But I'm holding a lot more Filthy success in the bando The rocks coming hard like an elbow This time they didn't get the memo This time they didn't get the memo yeah Huncho yeah
Brothers they come with no favour I did it much better in most of my demos Never realised on the feature I'm smoking a zushi, I pass to my fellows Cool with the bag and I'm cool with the notes and the chords, you'll think I play cello Go to a milli and looks to be hilly, I'm doing it all in falsetto, leggo Made me some figures that got me some property, come take a look at my credit I left Utopia now I need space, I told 'em that Huncho ain't with it I just prefer shit to ice when I could of really been part of the senate Cartier bangles yeah I play tennis but I do not pay for the tennis I do not pay for the tennis Got me some teeth from the dentist Married the game, matchmade in heaven Bitches just want the attention Huncholini I find it pathetic Give me my medal, please tell the others to settle
Been running in and out of packs And it's been a bit rough that's facts I just put her in an Uber, I'm gone She's on the cali, if she drives she'll crash Huncho's heavy duty, no cap North West where I'm based that's facts Might run up with a brudda with the rag on my face And I tell him that I want it in cash Tell him that I want it in cash Shopping in Chanel in France Tell him that I want it in cash Shopping in Chanel in France Tell him that I want it in cash Shopping in Chanel in France Shopping in Chanel in France
'Lini the first Ooh yea, ooh yeah Ooh yeah, ooh yeah 'Lini the first Quincy tell em Ooh yeah Ooh yeah uh-huh Ooh yeah uh-huh Ooh yeah uh-huh Ooh yeah uh-huh Ooh yeah uh-huh Ooh yeah uh-huh
Pocket rocket, ooh yeah Lock it stock it, ooh yeah Keep the eagle close by, please don't fuck my mood up Pocket rocket, ooh yeah Lock it stock it, ooh yeah Keep the eagle close by, please don't fuck my mood up
'Lini the first I think I'm kind of cool yeah She thinks I'm kind of rude uh Take no attitude uh Make them sit on many packs Show me gratitude yeah I know they love me so when I walk in I expect salutes uh 1 stove, 20 pots, 20 zips, 41, it can't fit, in the spliff Eat sip, 20 whips (20 whips) With the boy who never takes 20 trips I don't wave but I know yeah who does Turn a bird to a dove Hit her from the back put my thumb up in her butt And I need my fucking money I don't wanna hear no birds I ain't tryna hear no "ifs" Make these bruddas see a brick Live in the flesh I thought that you were riding with him I can never run out of batteries again When you got some faith it gets harder to sin Holding all these demons deep inside, within Might get a reload that's a crime I commit Disturbing my peace I can never forgive Man I ran out of love so there's no love to give Man nothing there was no point to live But now I'm cashing out for my mum and future kids And it's piles of money that I count, ya dig Find me in the dirt I'm a diamond if ya dig I had to bury family in the cemetery, ya dig So currently I ain't got no patience, ya dig Running out of patience, ya dig Tryna fly an eagle, ya dig Man I'm tryna find a reason to live Man I'm tryna find a reason to live
Compositores: Mujtaba Khan, Quincy Ferreira ECAD: Obra #26720591