[Intro: ChillinIt]

Oi, Kam

From the Aus to the UK, brah, fuck me dead

Shell it

[Verse 1: ChillinIt]

Hold up, just roll up the joint

Lemme burn this ash right down to the roach

Hold up, we rolled up the kush, went shhhh

That's the sound of the smoke

Grams of ganja in the land down under

When the cash roll through that’s the sound of the ghost

Get rowdy, shut down the show

Then go stage to stage and shut down the coast, like ah

Too many eyes like Apple, got it on lock like grapples

You could get tackled, girl gets cuffed like shackles

I don't give a fuck, let's battle, get shipped like apparel

I keep buds in a barrel, what you’ve heard, no cattle

You can't stop me, you can't block me

Step the brothers just like Will Ferrell, I don't tell tattles

I tell fibs, the top spot, I call dibs

I stay smoked, just like ribs, I hate beef

Get money, get rich, get rich

Get rich, motherfucker, I was cooked for days

You want rhymes? I got books and page

Cunts on stage like, "Reel up the deck"

Now the DJs laugh and then looks away

I jump on stage and I shell like petrol stations

The hotel's my destination

And my bars so sick, I'm seeing red like menstruation

When I chill with a sexy Asian

Nasty, chopped like parsley

I'm the premier league, just like Barclays

I stay stoned 'cause I’m riddled with weed

I smash glassies, bong for bong, I get nasty

You’ll get knocked out the 'Ville like Johnny

I still smoke O’s like Steve

Bam, I was done like Ryan

Bodied, you're a jackass, please

No stuntman but I still stunt, man

Spin like a redback whenever I hunts, man

Sesh rap, better in a blunt, man

I'll be blunt, man, I don't give a fuck, man

[Chorus: ChillinIt]

You don’t give a fuck 'bout me, I see

You don't give a fuck 'bout me, I see

You don't give a fuck 'bout me

You don't, you don't, you don't

You don't give a fuck 'bout me (Give a fuck 'bout me)

I said, you don't, you don't

You don't give a fuck 'bout me, argh

[Verse 2: Kamakaze]

You don't give a fuck about me, what's a man to do?

I have to tell them bounce like kangaroo

Big Kamdog, no man to answer to

Is it good morning or good afternoon?

Well, depends on the hemisphere

Is it a VB, or is it a Stella beer?

Man a murk him again for the seventh year

Tell all my haters you can shed a tear, like

Hold tight, my Aussie folks

See man come around like collie bods

And if they're holdin' their sticks like hockey clubs

Take more than your skin like body scrubs, well

Guess I call second dibs

Man a whip to the nit like sedatives

Swear us men are distant relatives

Authentic shit, never edited

Got the gang to call a cunt or force a front with

I'm the kind of guy your wifey might fall in love with

She heard the UK talk and loved it

Now you and her don't walk in public

They say everybody needs good neighbours

Well, everybody needs hood favours

They say everybody needs good neighbours

Well, everybody needs hood favours

[Verse 3: ChillinIt]

Oi, didn't think I would hit the raw?

Go six-six-six till I hit the floor

Hit this spliff and I praise the Lord

A hypocrite, what the fuck did you take me for?

Fuck friends in the end, never made the call

That's why all that chase paper rorts

Me and my brothers all hate them all

That's probably why all that hit a paper cord

[Bridge: ChillinIt]

I get money, fuck hoes, stay chill

Get, get money, fuck hoes, stay chill

Get, get money, fuck hoes, stay chill

Get money, fuck hoes, stay chill

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get, get

Get, get money, fuck hoes, stay chill

Get money, fuck hoes, stay chill

Get money, get money, fuck hoes

Stay chill, chill, chill

[Chorus: ChillinIt]

Give a fuck 'bout me

You don't give a fuck 'bout me, I see

Give a fuck 'bout me

You don't give a fuck 'bout me, I see

Get money, fuck hoes, stay chill

Get money, get money, get money, get money, hahahaha

Argh