They say love makes you happy, well this paper can too

So I ain′t chasin' no chick unless she raised a mans yute (trust)

Everybody′s blessed, shit, I just pray I am tooBut I got devils on my side like a play for Man-U

But I bounce back

Catch me in Moston with my trap players (skrr)

Or in Soho House with some tax payers

Young Aitch, ain't no fold in my game

I make stacks in the sun, in the snow, in the rain

I was seventeen, hundred thou, eighteen, two fifths

Nineteen, few mill', twenty, was stupid

Twenty-one, old news, twenty-two, new shit

Twenty-three, still hot, don′t say I don′t do this (woo)

Copped a lot of bricks, you know I got it how I live

Shit I got ones that I can rent and I got ones that I can flip

Tickin' boxes of my checklist when I drop another hit

Then go and drop another ticket on a property and whip, shit

You know it′s A-I Tizzy, babe

Changed my city, know I make my Lizzy, babe, yeah

Cocaine white, Mizzy May

Ain't no biggie, two-fifty, that′s chicken change (Skrr)

Yeah, couldn't pay me to stop

This one′s for all my grinders raised on the block

Yeah, steady makin' their prof'

This one′s for my guys that are chasin′ the guap

Yeah, who was raised in the streets?

Some got a day job, some are paid in the streets

Yeah, ain't no tamin′ the beast

I ain't here to make friends, I′m just here to make P's

I ain′t tripping 'bout a hater, stay in line and keep it stepping'

Got a watch for everyday, but ain′t got time to answer questions

We can talk a bit of business, I ain′t tryna be your bredrin

If I can't see money signs, then I′m slidin' in a second (yeah)

Big boss, big stones in my wristwatch

Royal Oak rose gold way before TikTok

I was getting low blows way before lip shots

Honestly I′m so cold I'm frozen, I′ve been hot

I'm goated, ain't been topped, they know when the king drops

Them jokers have been opps, they choke when the pin drops

Yeah, still with the loccs at the chip shop

Still puttin′ all my pink notes in a kick box

Yeah, couldn′t pay me to stop

This one's for all my grinders raised on the block

Yeah, steady makin′ their prof'

This one′s for my guys that are chasin' the guap

Yeah, who was raised in the streets

Some got a day job, some are paid in the streets

Yeah, ain′t no tamin' the beast

I ain't here to make friends, I′m just here to make P′s (whoa, whoa)