Whistle
Yeah
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
Fuck that shit, go glisten on 'em
Just go Chris, gold finger on 'em
If they're offside, blow the whistle on 'em
Black Lives Matter, go nigga on 'em
Standing on the table, standing on the table
20, bags upon the table, gyal upon the table
Been the man from when I was in college, if you're speculatin'
'Cause I was trying to get a pagan and an education
Drink up, smoke up and turn up
Mix up, rise up, burn up
Rise up, we link up, we earn it
Couple gyal, couple Tina's, couple Turner's
We get the money, 'cause the money is ours
We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours
We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
Might spend 20 'cause I'm gettin' it
God might do it for the helluvit
Heart on my sleeve, see the red in it
Army fatigue, I'm a veteran (Perfect)
Take one shot and deflected it
Black don't crack that's the melanin
That chick there, that's my nemesis
She made my head spin like the exorcist
Treat her like a lady, treat her like a lady
Here's the keys to my Mercedes, be in my Mercedes
Pull up in the centre mid, but I ain't no Fellaini
Took the jacket straight off, I'm going over crazy
Mad si it gyal work with it
Backway mi wan reversin' in it
This time there's no tree words fi it
Mi a big man, mi can't 3:30 it
Drink up, smoke up and turn up
Mix up, rise up, burn up
Rise up, we link up, we earn it
Couple gyal, couple Tina's, couple Turner's
We get the money, 'cause the money is ours
We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours
We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
See me grew up on the corner
Man are rollin' through the city with my G's them that ride
Me have to put the whistle on her
'Cause I know these haters 'round me
Might think they can slide
See me grew up on the corner
Man are rollin' through the city with my G's them that ride
Me have to put the whistle on her
'Cause I know these haters 'round me
Might think they can slide
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
Yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
Fuck that shit, go glisten on 'em
Just go Chris, gold finger on 'em
If they're offside, blow the whistle on 'em
Black Lives Matter, go nigga on 'em
Standing on the table, standing on the table
20, bags upon the table, gyal upon the table
Been the man from when I was in college, if you're speculatin'
'Cause I was trying to get a pagan and an education
Drink up, smoke up and turn up
Mix up, rise up, burn up
Rise up, we link up, we earn it
Couple gyal, couple Tina's, couple Turner's
We get the money, 'cause the money is ours
We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours
We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
Might spend 20 'cause I'm gettin' it
God might do it for the helluvit
Heart on my sleeve, see the red in it
Army fatigue, I'm a veteran (Perfect)
Take one shot and deflected it
Black don't crack that's the melanin
That chick there, that's my nemesis
She made my head spin like the exorcist
Treat her like a lady, treat her like a lady
Here's the keys to my Mercedes, be in my Mercedes
Pull up in the centre mid, but I ain't no Fellaini
Took the jacket straight off, I'm going over crazy
Mad si it gyal work with it
Backway mi wan reversin' in it
This time there's no tree words fi it
Mi a big man, mi can't 3:30 it
Drink up, smoke up and turn up
Mix up, rise up, burn up
Rise up, we link up, we earn it
Couple gyal, couple Tina's, couple Turner's
We get the money, 'cause the money is ours
We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours
We have to get the money, 'cause the money is ours
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
See me grew up on the corner
Man are rollin' through the city with my G's them that ride
Me have to put the whistle on her
'Cause I know these haters 'round me
Might think they can slide
See me grew up on the corner
Man are rollin' through the city with my G's them that ride
Me have to put the whistle on her
'Cause I know these haters 'round me
Might think they can slide
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey now
Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine Sinclaire Scott, Ian Michael Greenidge, Rodney Kumbirayi Hwingwiri, Errol Bellott
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