[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
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