(Baby really hate my ringtone)

Yats wanna get down with a mobster

And if she fuck good I might treat her to lobster

Feds cross cah

They don't wanna see me leave the wing like Bale did Hotspur

Gotta get proper doe

Burberry sitting on my collarbone

That's just how it's gotta go

I'm tired, but when the line ring

I don't give a fuck where the fiend is I gotta go

But you, you always stay in your bed on the phone to a bitch

Like "Why you never holler though?"

I got it though

Brazilian weave, bezzelled cartis, I fuck me some proper O's

And now my wife she ain't gotta know

The shoes on her feet drug deals what's got her those

Honest bro, I hate the fucking hood

I want a penthouse suite out in Monaco

Til then I'll be grafting

And mummy knows what I do

I don't ever understand why she asking

G's in my borough, forgot the game's about

Getting out the hood and dropping P's to your mother

My brudda, I'm a yak boy, everybody know this

How we coming with a 20 bag rolex

Let man find where this pussy boy home is, lock off his whole shit

[Chorus]

One day I was chilling, I was billling

Got me thinking 'bout my niggas that be locked in a wing ooo

Move and we show them how the ting go

I tell her eylelele now drop your ting ooo

Fine boy no pimple eylelele

She said she keep on hearing my ring tone

Fine boy no wrinkle eylelele

Baby really hate my ring tone

See this niggas can't do it how I do it

Pop champagne in the club it's nothing new it

It's a madting this is how we roll

We shut things down everywhere that we go

Now Alisha wanna holler me

She never really wanna know when I'm nobody, eh

I can never get tired

I'm living this life that I'm living in

Now my champagnes swimming

See my Naija gyal in Armani

Keep talking bout she wanna meet my mummy

Jamaican gyal in Ed Hardy

Maybe she'll be in quick with my car key

These niggas keep talking bout money

But never spent one bag on their mummy

I can never get tired

Of living this life, that I'm living this life, that I'm living in

[Chorus]

One day I was chilling, I was billling

Got me thinking 'bout my niggas that be locked in a wing ooo

Move and we show them how the ting go

I tell her eylelele now drop your ting ooo

Fine boy no pimple eylelele

She said she keep on hearing my ring tone

Fine boy no wrinkle eylelele

Baby really hate my ring tone

Eylele

Baby really hate my ring tone

Eylele

Baby really hate my ring tone

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