[Intro: M24, Backroad Gee]
(Mazer made it, baby)
Huh-uh, huh-uh
Grrt, baow

[Chorus: Dappy]
Got a ting from Antigua
She loves smokin' Cali', but she hates amnesia (Ah)
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin' to the spot
So I gotta conceal her (Shot)
From a pickney, I had a choice, I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Woo)
Yo, I tried all three, I see a man OD, blud, I'd rather make P from a feature
Bin bag money don't fit in no briefcase
You know me, I spin tracks, like a DJ
I'm in my own lane, I ain't runnin' no race, what you think I give a fuck about a relay?
Money, power, and respect (Woo) is what you get when you start movin' correct (Prrt)
You should be focusin' on chasin' these cheques (Glee)
'Cause chasin' these bitches will get you finessed

[Verse 1: Dappy]
Are you mad? You should be glad any time you see me standin' on the front page of Notion (Hotty)
Just out here tryna get the dough
Certain man have sold their soul just so that they can get a few clout tokens
Life's a lesson (Yeah, it is)
When you feel like the demons are on you, go speak to the reverend, we all need a blessin' (Ya)
When I'm stressin', I pray to the most high, like, "Give me progression" (Uh)
I told brodie, "You know me, I'll send P's"
Anything you need, I got my G's till they're back home
Bun the screws, they'll lock off the party
Shot the Smarty and cop you a little Zanco
If I'm chillin' with the ting, it's a real one
'Cause a real one never tell under the blanket (Ah)
And if you're chillin' in the passy, and we see feds, I'll be like "Quick, hurry up, miss, bank it"
You want another drink? Contain yourself (Ah)
How you at the top then you just stain yourself?
Ayy, you see the Ace of Spades got you actin' like a fool, now you stop gettin' paid in full (Baow)
The love ting's overrated in my eyes
All you do is give me bad luck, you're a magpie (Baow)
But fuck it, I love it when you come on dirt in that skirt and blow me like a bagpipe (Rrr)
[Chorus: Dappy]
I got a ting from Dominica
She like takin' molly, but she far from a keeper (Keeper)
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin' to the spot
So I gotta conceal her (Conceal her)
From a pickney, I had a choice, I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Dealer)
Yo, I tried all three, I see a man OD, blud, I'd rather make P from a feature
Bin bag money don't fit in no briefcase
You know me, I spin tracks, like a DJ
I'm in my own lane, I ain't runnin' no race, what you think I give a fuck about a relay?
Money, power and respect (Woo) is what you get when you start movin' correct (Woo)
You should be focusin' on chasin' these cheques (Glee)
'Cause chasin' these bitches will get you finessed (Rrah-tah)

[Verse 2: M24, Dappy]
You're still out here chasin' bitches (Huh)
The only thing I chase is bread (Huh-uh)
Run up a cheque, I could've bought new jewellery, but I put it into waps instead (Grrt, baow)
The chain on my neck is a mess (Huh-uh)
And it glows in the dark, the best of the best (Yes)
All of this ice got everybody preein' (Everyone)
I need to go cop me a vest (Right now)
I'm still in the hood with the set (Huh)
The Get Backs known to the Met (Get Backs)
She said that I'm realer than the man before
And all of this ice got the pum-pum wet (Of course, wet)
This one a natural, I'm really impressed (Yeah, yeah)
'Cah she ain't nothin' like the rest (Nope)
I don't check no price when I'm shoppin' up west (Uh-huh)
Used to be brass, now, everything bless (Now, I'm paid)
I'm still on the pitch like Jota (Me, Jota)
Ride with a stick, Harry Potter (Potter)
They ain't see shit, yeah, I was just playin' (Playin')
They don't know what I got in my locker (Locker)
Run down paigons and run to the bag (Bag)
Gotta keep my eyes on the ball like soccer (Soccer)
Sexy bitch wanna hit 'cah I'm lit (Huh-uh)
Beat that down then it's back to the blocka
[Chorus: Dappy & Backroad Gee]
Yo, got a ting from Antigua, she loves shakin' her hips like Dua Lipa (Rrr, ah)
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin' to the spot, so I gotta conceal her (Conceal her)
From a pickney, I had a choice, I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Dealer)
Yo, I tried all three, I see a man OD, blud, I'd rather make P from a feature (Ayy)

[Verse 3: BackRoad Gee]
Habada mukta, hold it steady, best be ready, we've hit it plenty
Vroom, skrrt, who's there? (Skrrt)
Pull up on man with a brrt-brr (Brrt-brr)
I got a blick ting with a big back (Boom) from kway over there, she break it on me
Load it up and slap it for me
Matter of fact, can you hold it for me?

[Bridge: BackRoad Gee]
Hey, In these treacherous streets, hold your brrt, there's no peace (No peace)
Hey, they don't wanna see me in the middle of the streets
(In the middle of the streets)
In these treacherous streets, hold your brrt, there's no peace (No peace)
Hey, they don't wanna see me in the middle of the streets

[Verse 4: BackRoad Gee]
Say hello to my likkle friend (Hello)
Could be the long reach or the Licuala
Duck and dive and save your friend (Bah)
I'm off pebs with my big back ting
Make it bounce, shake it for me
Brrt, baow, shake it for me (Baow)
Ha, call me Salt Bae (Brrt, brrt) 'cah you know that I pepper the beef (Brrt)
[Chorus: Dappy]
Got a ting from Ibiza, she like to party and back liquor by the litre (Litre)
She got a man at home, but she keeps on comin' to the spot
So I gotta conceal her ('Ceal her)
From a pickney, I had a choice, I could be a rapper, robber, scammer, or a dealer (Dealer)
Yo, I tried all three, I see a man OD, blud, I'd rather make P from a feature
Bin bag money don't fit in no briefcase
You know me, I spin tracks like a DJ
I'm in my own lane, I ain't runnin' no race, ẃhat you think I give a fuck about a relay?
Money, power and respect is what you get when you start movin' correct
You should be focusin' on chasin' these cheques
'Cause chasin' these bitches will get you finessed

[Outro]
Mazer made it, baby