[Intro]

Yo, last year I said to myself

This year, I wanna make so much fucking dough

Been there, done that, next on the list

Is getting that fucking country home

Who told you that grime don't pay? Must've been

One of them washed up MCs from back in the day

Spitting funky bars on a regular basis

Fucking gay

[Verse]

When I was a yout, I didn't have much

Now that I'm older, I buy what I want

Don't get mad when you see me stunt

Girls get wet when they see me stunt

Air Force Ones, £160 a pair

No lie when I say that's a pricey bunch

Three-course meal, bare fish and that

Yeah, that's right, expensive lunch

How many shows? Like five a month

No queueing up, I go straight to the front

Bouncers looking at me like a million pounds

They're thinking "oh, what a cunt"

But it's OK, but it's all good

I'm only here to spray up the shubs

You're outside, I'm inside

Hug, kiss, groupie love

Some different stuff

Telling me how she wants that stuff

So I made one phone call to my Uncle Douglas

Told him bring that stuff

Now I've got Jada, Pink and Halle

Touching my big boy willy and stuff

People looking at us

Like say it's a homemade porn, shocking stuff

Barmaid putting way too much Coke in my drink

I told her "that's too much"

Got about fifteen drink tokens to myself

So really, it ain't no fuss

After the rave, I jump in a cab

My face is hot so I don't do bus

When I get back to the base, I'm counting notes

Like say it was sheep and stuff

[Outro]

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

I hit the B-E-double-L-Y

Go and ask Fatboy, I tell no lie