tinie tempah
holy moly
Nah, come on T, man Not even chatting to these bruddas, man They're boys, man, baby boys Still got Oysters and that Not even oyster perpetuals Time's different on their wrists  Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad, like holy moly Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad  Yeah, fuck it, I'm a selfish prick Stacking I go getting rich Rocking YSL and shit You in the ghetto getting nicked Champagne glasses in the whip Moses told me that it's lit I've got makeup on my dick Holy cow, holy shit Wore no collars when we met Make up stories in their heads When this morning, made some eggs For your bae in my bed I have things but not success I got steaks and overheads Closed mouths don't get fed Boy, you tired, go to bed I'm alive and I'm a ledge You're alive, so why you dead? Imhotep in the flesh Boujee bastard in the flesh Niggas say it with their chest I just say it, then it's pressed 'Raris in the SLS Parties in the SLS  Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad, like holy moly Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad  I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck God, I hate these sycophants Everything that's in my head Sound like Kanye when he raps I don't do this for my 'Gram I don't do this for no bants Why you tweeting me this shit? You ain't fucking relevant Someone tell 'em that I'm woke Someone tell 'em that he's broke Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24 In Australia for a show You in Shoreditch doing coke I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Kings all in my lineage No trace, no witness Pray to God for forgiveness Lambo all tinted The kids all know the plate Chicks go all the way It's one phone call away  Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad, like holy moly Oh my god, look at my Roley Look at my squad  I'm a boss In a Porsche It's very posh Too much sauce Too much sauce And my house is like my exes Too much sauce My Lamborghini It look like Jaws That's not a Roley It's Michael Kors Too much sauce You best run back to your older boy I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if they wil' out like Soulja Boy Like rah