Lyrics: Coults
Music: Coults
Producer: Luca Malaspina
[Chorus]
I been kicking down doors like Hansen
Body get geeked, got ping like Samsung
I got cash like I’m paying a ransom
Rock out the club, I love me a tantrum
I can’t think, got a bad one blocking my digits
Her best friend’s calling me handsome
Got American girls saying “Oh my days”
Said she love that British accent
Ha, ‘bouta get jumpy
Blood in my cuppy
Feel like a junkie
Ha, money wasabi
Said she love money
So she gon’ love me
Come on then **** me
Come on then **** me
Come on then **** me
Ride with a pumpy
Gal a get dumped
Middle finger my country
[Verse]
Ah, big body Benz ‘bouta bounce out
Big bucks (mm-mm)
Eh, I don’t even care if your shit tucked, give a **** (mm-mm)
Said “Coults, how you did it like this?”
“How you do it like that?” but it’s not that simple
I was born with no hand-outs, but it got planned out
Stage name pop like a pimple
(Eh-eh-eh) Eh, pulling that bitch by her follicles
Dick went straight to abdominal
(Eh) Eh, smoke me a big fat tropical
Pack cast spells like McGonagall
T-T-TikTok got your girl, it’s not my fault
But it’s my fault that we doing up Eiffel
French with me on exit and arrival (Huh)
Blessed to beat all my rivals
Took this shit from London overseas
I done said this shit cuz money, sex and Coulture’s all I need
I feel like I’m Jesus way she get down on her knees
Back gon’ break to pieces, love the way I make her breathe
I been sipping mud, I put mushrooms in my tea
I been having fun on the low, I don’t make a scene
Yakuza, it runs in the family, check the sleeve
I been making hunnits of racks up in my sleep
(I make that shit in my sleep)
[Chorus]
I been kicking down doors like Hansen
Body get geeked, got ping like Samsung
I got cash like I’m paying a ransom
Rock out the club, I love me a tantrum
I can’t think, got a bad one blocking my digits
Her best friend’s calling me handsome
Got American girls saying “Oh my days”
Said she love that British accent
Ha, ‘bouta get jumpy
Blood in my cuppy
Feel like a junkie
Ha, money wasabi
Said she love money
So she gon’ love me
Come on then **** me
Come on then **** me
Come on then **** me
Ride with a pumpy
Gal a get dumped
Middle finger my country
Audio Engineer: Oscar Moos
Vocals: Coults