[Intro: Nafe Smallz]

I sold bits, I sold raw

Press a brick, never fraud

Hit and miss, bet I score

Why he mad? He ain't sho'

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]

I sold bits, I sold raw

I sold hits, sold out tours

Press a brick, never fraud

Said I'll quit, just sold some more

Hit and miss, bet I score

Fuck your bitch when I want

Why he mad? He ain't sho'

Different league, different dough

I sold bits, I sold raw

I sold hits, sold out tours

Press a brick, never fraud

Said I'll quit, just sold some more

Hit and miss, bet I score

Fuck your bitch when I want

Why he mad? He ain't sho'

Different league, different dough

[Verse 1: Nines]

I'm from the hood, now I live in a mansion

These niggas are mad, I'm counting these bags while I sit in a Phantom

Word to my jewellers, I spent quarter mill on my wrist and medallion

They said I'm ugly, and now I get money she thinks that I'm handsome

Touched down Dubai with the gang and we had a fun night

Went straight to the Louis V shop, from there we went Club White

Remember them days on the estate when we had to fight over nitties

Now it's tour dates and all these bitches ask me to sign on their titties

Won't see me in a club with no shank, fam, I always bring my strally

Before I went jail I was selling stardawg and bricks of ammi

When I had no packs I had to take a trip to Cali

I ain't even bring no suitcase, I just bought a list of addys

They ain't trapping like me, we ain't got the same quotes

If you ain't tryna buy a yacht next year, we ain't in the same boat

Niggas know I'm a plug, got bottom shelf and expensive weed

And I got mids, got bandos and dispensaries

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]

I sold bits, I sold raw

I sold hits, sold out tours

Press a brick, never fraud

Said I'll quit, just sold some more

Hit and miss, bet I score

Fuck your bitch when I want

Why he mad? He ain't sho'

Different league, different dough

I sold bits, I sold raw

I sold hits, sold out tours

Press a brick, never fraud

Said I'll quit, just sold some more

Hit and miss, bet I score

Fuck your bitch when I want

Why he mad? He ain't sho'

Different league, different dough

[Verse 2: Clavish]

I just left mummy's house

The runners down on my feet, two and a Q

Respect from my niggas up in the trap

If it weren't for rap I'd be in there too

The feds, they hate me

They know I done some shavings bait but left no clue

Brought a hunting knife to war

Cah the three-eight never had no shoes

Told me she's leaving, why?

Cause I'm a rapper wasting her time

She hates when I'm up in DXB

Cause she knows what I do in Dubai

I end up giving them dick

I step in the club and never say "Hi"

Then end up bussing my nut

And book her a cab, I never said "Bye"

Course I got money, you can tell by the rip in my jeans

I'm at an awards show with my niggas daydreamin' bout hitting the fiends

I ride out sober, me and big homie pull up on the opps, drinking their lean

On road he was the baddest, went to jail now he on his deen

My niggas, they tell me to chill

Saying I spend too much on jackets

When it's time for guns I buy them, I think I spend too much on mashes

I buy waps but I'm into fashion, rather the Culli than the Phantom

I got a couple hoes from Glasgow

They just wanna fuck on me and the mandem

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]

I sold bits, I sold raw

I sold hits, sold out tours

Press a brick, never fraud

Said I'll quit, just sold some more

Hit and miss, bet I score

Fuck your bitch when I want

Why he mad? He ain't sho'

Different league, different dough

I sold bits, I sold raw

I sold hits, sold out tours

Press a brick, never fraud

Said I'll quit, just sold some more

Hit and miss, bet I score

Fuck your bitch when I want

Why he mad? He ain't sho'

Different league, different dough