[Intro]

Yeah, yeah

[?] ([?])

[Verse 1]

What would you do if you knew?

What a new man (Man), how to turn a Q into a few grams (Grams)

But the catch is that it jeopardizes new plans (Plans)

And if they catch us they sell us where the screw jams (Slams)

Mummy weren't right, and I never knew dad (Nah)

Money weren't bad, so I had to do bad

What would you do? Run round in loose, rides (Nah)

Scrap that, sundown I move bags

And that, crack, [?]

And that strap, get one in your durag (Blow)

With that cash, I'm just a rude lad

Act flash, get jumped, and it's too bad

I hate just going country, hugging the roads

Now I got man in country, plugging my O's (O's)

Tried to buck me, the snub wouldn't load

Paramedics still tryin' to unbutton your coat

Blood's on the floor

Tried to separate me from my main squeezer

I'm loving the dough

There's nothin' you could say to me (Nothin')

Look, I'm comin' from a 8 for B (8)

So if you owe me, I'm comin' for my paper, please (Yeah)

Don't make a scene, is what they'll say to me (Hah)

But I'll shake a fiend down for my paper [?]

[Chorus: Dubz]

Comin' from the bottom and risin' up

Major, pick the line up, it's poppin' time for breasts, later

Escalator, just accept destination

Who knows next? (Who knows next?)

Comin' from the bottom and risin' up

Major, pick the line up, it's poppin' time for breasts, later

Escalator, just accept destination

Who knows next? (Who knows next?)

[Outro: DJ Big Ryde]

Aight

It's Big Ryde

And yeah Dubz, that was emotional, fam

I'm tellin' you

So hear what I'm sayin', the next one