[Verse 1 - Daff]

You'd rather be on the ends darg with two boshes

I'd rather be on the ends darg with two boxes

Pak-Man and Daff on the track, man that's two bosses

Troublemaker but never been a silly hater

I'm buying out everybody, who can really cater?

I can take your order, I'm some different type of waiter

I told my baby "There's money to make, I need to phone you later"

I've got links overseas, I'm topping up my data

It all started from the ground just like a potato

Yeah it's cool, you can spit with that Daff flow

That crack flow, but just know that Daff the originator

Give mummy half and put food up in that refrigerator

Investigation, I ain't helping out an investigator

You're a pagan, pagan, pagan, you're a pagan

Roadman helping out a fed then you're a traitor

Money maker, born to be a Richie Porter

You've never seen me sponging off a rich man's daughter

Peter Parker, Peter Parker without the glasses

Peter Parker the way I'm getting rid of goblins

Ten minimum when I get that stardawg in

Now this a likkle re-up, fifty bags to get this P up

And if he ever knew dargy how I got this P up

He'd be screaming "Mamma mia", screaming "Mamma mia"

Tia, Pia, Leah, Gia, Nia

I tell all of them I've got this money idea

I need to refurbish your yard just like IKEA

And you can upgrade your whip baby from the Kia

Out of five of them two be on it

The middle man always drinking like an alcoholic

I'm just waiting for the plug cah I've got the socket

Pak-Man and Daff on the track, that's two bosses

[Verse 2 - Pak-Man]

Pak and Daff, that's two bosses

Two drop whips, two Glock sticks

Baby I don't do gossip

New watches, huge profits

All my bruddas got joints so you never know who's got it

Blown stacks on Sloane Street, rappers know me

Trappers owe me, baby I'm a flashy O.G

Married to the streets, holy matrimony

How you lining up your friend? I thought you had your homie

Creed keep me smelling fresh

Ran through a mountain, Everest

They ain't only clapping for the NHS

Getting touched, twenty Z's, on it since 2010

Old school, turned twenty before I turned twenty then

Roll through any ends, this nina got many men

Done had many Benz, rose gold President

Used to be a money man, tell me where your readies went

Used to be a boss, now you're washed and irrelevant

Young G's pushing these packs, looking for rats

Dinner's in the kitchen, all that's cooking is crack

My woolly is black, the bully's a strap

I need a house fully detached, you don't hear me though

I was young in the hood with my ten toes G

Now I'm on the top floor in the pent lonely

Getting new money but I still spend old P

Been grinding, been shining like MOD