POUND & DOLLA

[Chorus: Capo Lee] Gotta mek pound and dollar Elegant swag when I flip my collar Still gotta pray that we see you tomorrow The whole ends come like Sodom, Gomorrah Write tunes and I been so thorough Bare of these labels still wanna holla Seriously, I've gotta guard my honor Spray bars, no backstage, I'm a gone up Gotta mek pound and dollar Elegant swag when I flip my collar Still gotta pray that we see you tomorrow The whole ends come like Sodom, Gomorrah Write tunes and I been so thorough Bare of these labels still wanna holla Seriously, I've gotta guard my honor Spray bars, no backstage, I'm a gone up [Verse 1: Capo Lee] I ain't got no time, 'cause I'm boothin' it Little bowl got yoghurts and fruits in it Summer time, air con and I'm cruisin' it Too much swag, can't think when I'm choosin' it Bitin' my style, got Tooth in it I got a whole next pattern in two minutes Step on the stage and I'm groovin' it From the front to the back, they are losin' it Capo a G, like who is he? When I step, all the eyes get googly I don't post that much 'cause I'm too busy They wanna know about me, they get Googley I used to download tunes on Tubidy Nuttin' ain't new to me I was tryna get P's up before puberty He's top boy soon to be Not enough money and too many rumours If you're a mic man, honey and lemon and soothers and make sure promoters are booking your Ubers Normal step with the movers Don't scare no one, you bruddas are losers Some bad boy internet users Your mum should come 'round and plug out your routers [Chorus: Capo Lee] Gotta mek pound and dollar Elegant swag when I flip my collar Still gotta pray that we see you tomorrow The whole ends come like Sodom, Gomorrah Write tunes and I been so thorough Bare of these labels still wanna holla Seriously, I've gotta guard my honor Spray bars, no backstage, I'm a gone up Gotta mek pound and dollar Elegant swag when I flip my collar Still gotta pray that we see you tomorrow The whole ends come like Sodom, Gomorrah Write tunes and I been so thorough Bare of these labels still wanna holla Seriously, I've gotta guard my honor Spray bars, no backstage, I'm a gone up [Verse 2: Killa P] Still gotta mek dollars and pounds If it's not that, then you won't see man around Killaman, mi ah nuh no fool nor clown But mi love when the gyaldem love sexy and round So mi no wan' hear no gun sound Cah more time, Killa haffi fly outta town Represent the culture inna any country And you know seh it is a shutdown From the start, mi ah put in the work All now, Killa cyaan stop (Eh) Some people ah sit dung and wait pon di Killa But him cyaan flop (Ah no lie) Gwaan talk (Blabbermout'), lef dem fi gwaan chat Mi ah fly around the world, no connective flight It nah stop (Never) You hear dat? So wi lef dem fi talk and cha-la-lat Mi nuh inna dis nor inna da-la-lat Rise up mi gun dem, aim it at enemy and ca-la-lap Mi did ting, coulda badda dan da-da-dat Badda dan who, badda dan what? Unuh cyaan bad up Killa pon Killa for reala's block Unuh don't know 'bout di machine wi got Couldn't care if you a bad bwoy or not [Chorus: Capo Lee] Gotta mek pound and dollar Elegant swag when I flip my collar Still gotta pray that we see you tomorrow The whole ends come like Sodom, Gomorrah Write tunes and I been so thorough Bare of these labels still wanna holla Seriously, I've gotta guard my honor Spray bars, no backstage, I'm a gone up Gotta mek pound and dollar Elegant swag when I flip my collar Still gotta pray that we see you tomorrow The whole ends come like Sodom, Gomorrah Write tunes and I been so thorough Bare of these labels still wanna holla Seriously, I've gotta guard my honor Spray bars, no backstage, I'm a gone up [Outro: Capo Lee] Gotta mek pound and dollar Write tunes and I been so thorough