[Intro: Pete & Bas, Kuurtesy, 91shots]

Don't think that you won't get touched

Kurt man you crazy

You'll brick your guts when I clutch my-

9, 1

C-c-came for the moolah, came for the paper

Came for the carnage, came for the dough

[Verse 1: Pete]

Cock it, lock it, shoot him (Bah!)

Blue tape round the Mayfair Tooting (Ah)

No suspect when the pigs pulled up

And the whole gang cut, weren’t a simple looting

He didn’t wanna taste those slugs

Your man walked up like he’s king of the hill

Now he’s 10 foot under the ground

And I’m 10 bob up in a William Hill

Placing bets

No sexual assault when I grab that chest

I’ll nick that stash when I’m taking jobs

I’d rather make cash when I’m breaking necks (Oh yeah!)

Cockney murder

Simply the best, I ain’t Tina Turner

Don’t think that you won’t get touched

You'll brick your guts when I clutch my burner

[Verse 2: Bas & Pete]

Too many bands locked down in the basement

Bought two flats and a loft extension

Too many .22s tucked in the car door

Looks like one of them Bond inventions (Brr, brr)

So many times I’ve dodged them cuffs

Good luck to the feds for the apprehension

Drank four pints and a grouse 2 litre

Now my brains in a new dimension

Came for the moolah, came for the paper

Came for the carnage, came for the dough

You don’t wanna come round here, get hit

Get left with a big name tag on the toe

Mary, Mary, quite contrary

How does your garden grow? (How does it grow mate?)

You already know

Grows in a big bando (Yeah good one Bas)

[Verse 3: Pete]

Shh got poked and a man got folded

Outside of the Rose and Crown

I were Ten toes down

With the filth patrolling (You ain't got a clue mate!)

Masked up

You don't want smoke, I’ll blast your lungs (Bah!)

Take the hair off your head with a scalpel

Break each toe and I'll cut out your tongue (You wanna go then?)

Whoever told you that an old boy couldn’t get nasty (Yeah!)

Shh put bands on his head and I took that bank transfer from Barclays (Have it!)

The money comes blue, the money comes white, the money comes pink (Nice!)

Now I’m washing out red with a petrol can in the bathroom sink (Bah!)

[Verse 4: Bas]

Shift them packs on the pavement, foot down

When I see blue lights whirling, swerving (Woop!)

Run to the shop and a quick- *whistle*

To the man and he tucks that gear in his turban (Brr, brr)

Bossman's daughter's wedding on Friday

Doing up bhangra, I’m still learning

Burning, burning

All this money I’m earning

Came in a Bentley, left in a Beamer

Got locked out and the wife went nuts

Didn’t wanna hear it, came out screaming

Came out shouting, it was... (Ooh)

Neighbours heard it, came out moaning

Came out whining, too too much

I was like shut your mouth

The wife has a .22 tucked