Lyrics: DigDat/Aitch
Music: DigDat/Aitch
WhYJay
I love Chris Rich
Yo I don't really **** with the trap like that
But the income coming in fast Yeah
Never had one grand to my name
Left work same year made money off rap
When I sit back think life changed
Same way I'm still Aitch that's nuttin' but facts
Put my money in bricks not ****ing ones
Young boss man's juggling gaffs
Talk like you're bad and you shoot like Kobe
'Til you get left scarface like Tony
Lyin' he weren't ever on like Iwobi
I'm richer than all them opps ask Sony Ask them
Still washin' up white like Persil
Then I put it in a zip bag like Virgil Bag it
When I was on the wing like Ozil
Bangin' my door like my house got burgled
Yeah cash in the bag got a big one
Count four scores then I fold the fifth one
Quick ten more flick through that's a quid gone
Five more less splash that it got dripped on Like
DigDat know what my name is
Bust down two tone thought it was stainless Bust down
Gave fifty bags to my jeweller
I can't take no days off like Bueller
Never been shot but never been gunman
Never made gun bang
But I'll still punch man
Hop off the plane got me doin' up sun tan
Gyal on the kid truss 'nuff of them love man
Catch air I don't no average
Man gotta go bro make a pack backflip
G2 sick on the pitch they matchfit
Come through pick up your b***h no rampin'
She got a man call me when you're horny
Tell a boy 'shut up' like it was Stormzy Shut up
And if I get booked for giggs
Then I make S spray it cah man don't care Ay bring that
Feds think that I gon' clear
But I'm still in my trackie and black Moncler
Back then I had bands in my shoebox
Mad how I know get it all in credit Money
Gyal all sprung when they saw us
Hop out the tour bus come in and shell it Shell it
And that gyal said she adore us
Bussin' it for us tell her don't beg it
In the studio gotta wake more up
Bill up and pour up **** it let's get it
Got groupies showin' man more love
But I get bored 'cause it's nuttin' impressive
Run t'ru Shanequa and Ayesha
Both upset now they move excessive
Need me a link but who can I message
When I got ex one's doin' obsessive How
Got a big back like Kim not slim
And you always come nice you're good Yeah
But if I get a drop on them
Then we leave that red when we ride in hoods
Three and a half racks in Louis I paid in cash
**** it I made it back
What
Big bro's plugs are bald and got a moustache
Breaking Bad
Had a whip got chased in that
So they put him on a ban now he's takin' cabs
Runnin' late to the stage it's mad
Wait one sec though let me take this Snap
And when I'm in Gucci tex'in my stylist
Like I gotta make sure I fit them sizes Get that
Twenty-eight bags for my Day-Date
KK under a box like AJ Boy
Got a spin ting no Beyblade
Pray they don't lock me up like Tay-K
Bro's in the can like KA
But I might catch me a flight go Jā
Fly boy make a G5 look basic
Lost count how many flights we've taken
Done with the planes man I need me spaceship
Done with the waves man I need me main chick
Two cups both filled up with Henny
I'm drank up and ready I'm finna get shelly
Blowin' on Cali this zobbie too smelly
Got ash on my jacket I'm pissed off already
Like five in the mornin' had no sleep
And I'm still here tryna get a hold of the weed man Brr
Peng tings blush when they see man
Wanna take pics when they meet man Move
Told that b***h "please stay out the way"
No I ain't gonna beat but my G can
Told that b***h "please stay out the way"
No I ain't gonna beat but my G can
I love Chris Rich
WhYJay