Them man wanna send for me

Envy and jealousy, it's everything I wished upon my enemies

See me doing well and now they're telling me they're getting me

I just fly west and link Melanie

Times I was selling green

Now I've got more stones on my watch than a cemetery

Girls can remember me, F U and your memory

Jussy, what you telling me?

Come we fly to Nike, and trust me everything we're getting free

Everything we're getting free

From crack fiends and hella b

To rap beats and melodies, athletes will never see

Chat chatting 'bout us man, they'll never be us man

They'll never be

'Cause all my man are running to the money

We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay

And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa

Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know

But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone

All these mandem, they applaud me on the road

I put corn in for my bros

Mandem keep on talking on the low

Mandem keep on talking on the low

But, all my man are bros

And all my man, and all my man are bros

My mandem have your mandem on the ropes

I'll have mandem on your road

Mandem in a batch or on their own

With a bat or with a pole

I've got mandem that will slap a man with both

Nike jacket on my back, I'm looking cold

It's funny how these catties wanna know

'Cause all my man are running to the money

We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay

And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa

Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know

But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone

All these mandem, they applaud me on the road

Look, I came in late

Two bottles in my hand, I think it's looking like I'm waved

I'm searching for a brown skin girl with a body

Or a lightskin chick with a smile, good style and a pretty little face

I used to spend a grand a week, stuntin' on some hoes

But Prada boy retired, I don't rock designer clothes

I put £40 on my H&M jeans, and the rest came free

I told my mom I'll give her everything I own

The hell you mean you haven't heard of us?

F a guest list, 20 man is how I'm turning up

Swear I saw that girl last year, she tried to curve me

Her boyfriend's in cunch cause he's broke

That's a joke, tell your man to come and work for us

Trapping's still alive, my brother I know you've heard of us

Said you gonna ride my brother but you ain't burst at us

Guys have got 5 times 5 times 5, that will send you to the sky

My brother, no you ain't hurting us

My lifestyle's exciting, imagine being the reason that two girls are fighting

Both hands swinging nonstop like a Breitling

So sorry to my brown ting from Loughton, and sorry to my white ting from Brighton

[Can I get away with saying that?]

'Cause all my man are running to the money

We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay

And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa

Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know

But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone

All these mandem, they applaud me on the road

I put corn in for my bros

Man they keep on talking on the low

Man they keep on talking on the low

But, all my man are bros

And all my man, and all my man are bros

My mandem have your mandem on the ropes

I'll have mandem on your road

Mandem in a batch or on their own

With a bat or with a pole

I've got mandem that will slap a man with both

Nike Jacket on my back, I'm looking cold

It's funny how these catties wanna know

'Cause all my man are running to the money

We be running like ay, ay, ay, ay

And all my man are running from them hoes on the roads like whoa whoa whoa, whoa

Like whoa, a month ago you didn't wanna know

But now I'm seeing dough, these catties they be calling off my phone

All these mandem, they applaud me on the road