B£lly

[Intro]
Yo, last year I said to myself
This year, I wanna make so much fucking dough
Been there, done that, next on the list
Is getting that fucking country home
Who told you that grime don't pay? Must've been
One of them washed up MCs from back in the day
Spitting funky bars on a regular basis
Fucking gay

[Verse]
When I was a yout, I didn't have much
Now that I'm older, I buy what I want
Don't get mad when you see me stunt
Girls get wet when they see me stunt
Air Force Ones, £160 a pair
No lie when I say that's a pricey bunch
Three-course meal, bare fish and that
Yeah, that's right, expensive lunch
How many shows? Like five a month
No queueing up, I go straight to the front
Bouncers looking at me like a million pounds
They're thinking "oh, what a cunt"
But it's OK, but it's all good
I'm only here to spray up the shubs
You're outside, I'm inside
Hug, kiss, groupie love
Some different stuff
Telling me how she wants that stuff
So I made one phone call to my Uncle Douglas
Told him bring that stuff
Now I've got Jada, Pink and Halle
Touching my big boy willy and stuff
People looking at us
Like say it's a homemade porn, shocking stuff
Barmaid putting way too much Coke in my drink
I told her "that's too much"
Got about fifteen drink tokens to myself
So really, it ain't no fuss
After the rave, I jump in a cab
My face is hot so I don't do bus
When I get back to the base, I'm counting notes
Like say it was sheep and stuff

[Outro]
I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie
I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
I hit the B-E-double-L-Y
Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie