[Verse 1 - Frenzo Harami]

Got a new ting, I might shub it on the low

I ain't on the fraud ting, I put it on a ho

Tell that bitch "Hurry up, it's nearly been an hour"

Five man back to back, she ain't had a shower

I got the big ting if you see me limping

Fifty percent, that ain't really pimping

I just sit back then I laugh

I'm a real pimp, I could never give her half

Now I got a foreign brass in my foreign car

Fucked it once, she got my name tattooed on her arse

Had her doing laps like the Tour de France

I just rinse out the pussy then it's au revoir

Mashing up the trap, fam I tear the arse

Run up in the crop house, clear the yard

She was calling me bewafa

Now I'm in the yard tryna tear the bra

[Verse 2 - Mr Capone-E]

Bewafa, I told you all my salah

But never did you listen, you after them dollars

I'm cold hearted so why you trying?

I'm a dark kutta, tell me am I lying?

I want all the money, power and pyaar

You want the rishta but all I did was maar

Hazaar ladkis like I'm Genghis Khan

It's in my bloodline, can't tell me I'm wrong

I want your sister, friends and cousins

I'm the bewafa so stop wondering

Ain't no soft spot in my cold heart

This jhootha pyaar won't get you far