Released on July 17, 2011

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[Intro]

I make hitz, not the public

I tell the DJs what to play! Understand?


[Verse 1]

Uh!

Baa baa black sheep, rock star, rap G

Make enough dough to own a black card, that's deep

I've been getting real fucking friendly with the banks man

And I don't mean Phil, Carlton, Hilary or Ashley

Papz see me up in the vicinity and flash me

I'm the definition of definitive and catchy

The only thing that's bigger, quicker, slicker

More black and more upper London is a taxi

Bitch I'm so sick, I need a mother fucking vaccine

Pinky ring shine like some mother fucking vaseline

Centre of attention like a Bang & Olufsen

HD (scratch) in vision for a flat screen

The only ever time I see you niggas on Kiss is like 2am or when you go to pucker up

Nought to sixty in four, babe you need to buckle up

All my women so Zoo, all my women so Nuts


[Hook]

I make hitz, not the public

I tell the DJs what to play! Understand?


[Verse 2]

So raw and uncut no fucking edits

She won't even get a hype, she made no fucking effort

And all you silly singers and you ring tone rappers

Like school dinner curries

Don't fucking get it

My car is a unleaded

Got a yard with a terrace

She called me chauvinistic

But she can't even spell it

I don't wanna hear another nigga say you fly

If you ain't never been on business class on the Emirates

I'm a racket, I'm tennis

I'm Dennis, I'm a menace

Call me Rob Pattinson, I got a lot of niggas jealous

I'm a Mentos mint in a can of Dr. Pepper

That's tick, tick, tick, tick, boom to you fellas

Tom Ford, nigga, Martin Margiela

Ain't lipsing if her name ain't Remi or Stella

Got a big bag of tricks and Mary Poppins' umbrella

Cause we're 'bout to rain on them like London weather


[Hook]


[Intro]