[Verse 3: Skepta] Me and my Gs get purse See me in the club, all the girls on me Don't give a shit what a man's worth Don't give a shit if your girl's nails on fleek Don't give a fuck about your voodoo curse God bless me, you can't put your spells on me Fekky said he wanted a verse I said "don't put anybody else on, please" Cause big man ting Nowadays is death by association Every day I pray to the most high Them man are following Satan Man are working with some different energies Everybody knows, it's blatant Ask Julie, ask Jason Or Jme, them man ain't adjacent I go way-way back Something like Microsoft But sometimes, see this internet war? Fam, I swear down I'm so lost But I stay lost in my own mind So there won't be a day when I go off If man are talking too much shit, fam I switch the iPhone off
[Hook: Skepta] Cause the money on my mind, that's way too much Way too much See the drink in my cup, that's way too much Way too much See the girl on my left, that's way too much Way too much Big Fekky and Skepta, what the fuck are they gonna say to us? Way too much See the money on my mind, that's way too much Way too much See the drink in my cup, that's way too much Way too much See the girl on my left, that's way too much Way too much Big Fekky and Skepta, what the fuck are they gonna say to us? Way too much