[Intro: Lyrical Strally]

Money up, money up front

Money up, money up front

Money up, money up front

Money up, money up front

Money up, money up front

Money up, money up front

[Chorus: Lyrical Strally]

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a

But I don't trap on a Lyca

See your girl, I might like her

Not on about a Facebook liker

Them man are batty, they wear lycra

Call him a him but he looks like her

Them bars make me scratch my head

Mmm, I call them man a licer

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a

But I don't trap on a Lyca

See your girl, I might like her

Not on about a Facebook liker

Them man are batty, they wear lycra

Call him a him but he looks like her

Them bars make me scratch my head

Mmm, I call them man a licer

[Verse 1: Lyrical Strally]

Off your perch, yeah, I'm gonna knock ya

But I don't trap on a Nokia

Ain't got my paper, I'm gonna rock ya

Or I can get my pad out and lock ya

Write-off like you crashed your whip

Don't be chattin' shit

About spin me like helicopter

He must be spinning off vodka

It's a Saint P wave that I'm on, star

Beast on the mic, on the ink I'm a monster

These MCs are eating, I deserve lobster

You're not levels, I'm higher on the roster

High 'cause I'm high, I won't drink a Foster

I'm on target like Costa

So, send for me? That's gonna cost ya

Tell a man I don't like your posture

[Chorus: Lyrical Strally]

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a

But I don't trap on a Lyca

See your girl, I might like her

Not on about a Facebook liker

Them man are batty, they wear lycra

Call him a him but he looks like her

Them bars make me scratch my head

Mmm, I call them man a licer

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a

But I don't trap on a Lyca

See your girl, I might like her

Not on about a Facebook liker

Them man are batty, they wear lycra

Call him a him but he looks like her

Them bars make me scratch my head

Mmm, I call them man a licer

[Verse 2: PK]

I said your girl, man, I might like her

I'm gonna pipe her, so I might give her the wonka

Take her back to the yard and conk her

No long stuff, onto the next buff

Man have got another girl chillin' with a big bum

I'm a little guy but I like big bums

Gyal get drawn on a night with a big bum

No long ting when I frontline quick, don

I'll

Pinch your girl's bum 'cause she got a big one

Camden Town and your girl likes this spot

YGG and your girl likes us lot

When I say us lot, no, not them lot

Draw your girl outside of the chip shop

What you gonna do when your girlfriend's had enough?

And she starts to put that

[Chorus: Lyrical Strally]

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a

But I don't trap on a Lyca

See your girl, I might like her

Not on about a Facebook liker

Them man are batty, they wear lycra

Call him a him but he looks like her

Them bars make me scratch my head

Mmm, I call them man a licer

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a

But I don't trap on a Lyca

See your girl, I might like her

Not on about a Facebook liker

Them man are batty, they wear lycra

Call him a him but he looks like her

Them bars make me scratch my head

Mmm, I call them man a licer

[Verse 3: Saint P]

Hold on, man said he's gonna press like apps on the S3

Kick in the ball bags, don't get testy

Got no dough and you're in your twenties

North West don, I spent days by the chip shops

When man used to bang Sam's, not Wendy's

Gyal with a slim back, chest all hefty

Not wife but you shoulda saw what she sent me

Still, peng tings, I need plenty

Can't believe them, gun chat on a set (same gyal air you regularly text me)

Said he shoots like a Lex (could've been him)

But he looks like a Lexi

Me nuh inna nuttin' with triangle don

But I'll flatline a man like a set piece

I've got so many levels, I move recky

Don't tempt me, get me? I'll leave your chest empty

You don't trap, you're trendy

Said she wanna fuck me as soon as she met me, I was like hold on

[Chorus: Lyrical Strally]

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a

But I don't trap on a Lyca

See your girl, I might like her

Not on about a Facebook liker

Them man are batty, they wear lycra

Call him a him but he looks like her

Them bars make me scratch my head

Mmm, I call them man a licer

Money up front yeah that's what I like-a

But I don't trap on a Lyca

See your girl, I might like her

Not on about a Facebook liker

Them man are batty, they wear lycra

Call him a him but he looks like her

Them bars make me scratch my head

Mmm, I call them man a licer