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I'm countin', I'm stackin' this money, then I go to savouring

They tell me, "I can't make it out", but they livin' in Havering

They tell me, "Try face your own problems", but they all do papering

They tell me, "I don't know 'bout dress up", they fit, they aint pay for it

They tell me my bars dont mean shit

They dont even know what its about

And you cant even pay your mums rent

You cant even tell me the amount

And its soon im gon buy my estate

And you still sleepin on ur mum's couch

And you still beg your mans for a plate

And its 30,000 in my pouch

There was times I did not a fit

It's thank God i did not hit a lick

We got opps who just takin the mick

I got shooters who ready to hit

I got bitches ready to do the splits

I been riding round in an AMG, but you wouldn't know that about

I gotta watch what I say, cause my words turn to actions, and whatever go around come around

I been on a new type of rich, all my niggas goin band for band and you go pound for pound

And I got these new LV's, you niggas got your shoes in the lost and found

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