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Quincy Tellem
Yeah

Chorus: Nafe Smallz
Been gettin' money, no jokes and games Nah
No time for a cell, you know she always complain Always complain
No matter how late I be startin' my day
These racks still gotta get made Gotta get?made
From?the?council flats, back?on the estate?Uh
Where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day Broad day
Depressed, when did I stop flippin' that yay
Hit the show, that's another 10K
Still the realest

Verse 1: Nines
Hundred K on the watch
I know it ain't smart but it glow in the dark See the bustdown
Niggas know I got heart
I circle your block like there's nowhere to park Come on
Then I slap it on a don Blap, blap
I ain't just rapping on a song Nah
Soon as the packs come in, they're gone Flying them
I'm like El Chapo where I'm from Ice City
Can't take badman for fool
Cah we clappin' off them tools Yeah, yeah
I wore hand-me-downs to school Uh
Now the mansion got a pool
If it weren't a mad ting, I was not signing
Cah I made mills on the block grinding
Told my little niggas Better stop sliding
Strap on my waist like I was rock climbing

Chorus: Nafe Smallz
Been gettin' money, no jokes and games Nah
No time for a cell, you know she always complain Always complain
No matter how late I be startin' my day
These racks still gotta get made Gotta get made
From the council flats, back on the estate Uh
Where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day Broad day
Depressed, when did I stop flippin' that yay
Hit the show, that's another 10K
Still the realest

Verse 2: Fundz
Corinthian spot, all private Private
Just me and her, all quiet Real quiet
Dorchester Suite, I enquired
Restaurant and the room booked, I'm buying
Then I flew ten grand, link the pilot
Told him Take me where the stars dem flying Real quick
Cah I been in jail years, I'm dying Dead
Everybody's gettin' money, everybody's styling
Been platinum or gold, I'm smiling Bling
Flat and black diamonds, trust me, I'm shining
Bare gyal, I'm grinding
Smiling, it's blinding Uh
All about timing, I'm with the best rhyming I know
Got the grease lightening, always on a hype ting Grease
Got a new .9 ting, really wanna fire it Baow
And my new ride, wings, chicks wanna drive it
Automatic driving, make her wanna ride stick

Chorus: Nafe Smallz
Been gettin' money, no jokes and games Nah
No time for a cell, you know she always complain Always complain
No matter how late I be startin' my day
These racks still gotta get made Gotta get made
From the council flats, back on the estate Uh
Where the kids might stick you with a shank broad day Broad day
Depressed, when did I stop flippin' that yay
Hit the show, that's another 10K
Still the realest

Outro: Nines
My nigga Carlos on the buttons, you know
Say nothin' my guy