Pounds and Notes

[Intro: Showkey]

Baow

Heh-heh-heh-heh

Di-di-di-dip-di-dip

Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy-ayy

Show this smoke, it's like them boy know (I swear that's Showkey)

Ayy-ayy-ayy, ha-ha-ha

Yeah

Money, money, money, money

[Verse 1: Showkey]

Grind and stack (Yeah), same time tryna take off hats (Gone)

I give hookers the D (Yeah)

It's not me that will finance Yats (No way)

Dip-dip in a boy's mout' if he's givin' off violent chat (Dip, dip, dip)

More time, give squares to an uncle (Yeah)

But 'nuff times when I raided gaffs (Gone)

Bad B wanna chat to the kid, big back she a bimbo (Man haffi beat it)

I saw my man in the window, man had to wind down windows (Ayy, I swear that's that yute?)

Big Blam in the yard but they ain't tryna let that ting go (So, what's the use of it?)

Free LM, free Lee, free TM, free Sinco (Free my niggas)

Man can't tell me about wetters (Nope), my dip game that's tekkers (Di-di-di-dip)

Bullets fly straight (Baow), but my niggas bend it like Beckham (Hah)

I got niggas in Brikky and Bar, I got niggas in City and Streatham (I got niggas)

Chit-chat on the 'net, but live in the flesh mans pressured (Oi, why you shaky?)

Chatty mouth, chat just chat, chat up chat, he just chattin' (Chatty ting)

My young boy wan' do trap, Whitney Bob, he keeps slangin' (That's money)

Big boy doin' up F, Lloyds and Nat he keeps bankin' (Ayy)

Your OG wants to be rude

Tell my YG, "slap him" (Ayy, slap that yute, are you dumb?)

I put 'nuff man up of ropes (Yeah)

Wanna know who shows this smoke (That's me)

Bad B tryna act brand new (Huh?)

These times, she a old school ho' (Badders)

Tryna see pounds on pounds

I wanna see notes on notes (I wanna see money)

Di-di-di-di-di-dip in man's head, I'm just tryna cut man's coat

These man trappin' for garms

These man trappin' for fashion (These man trappin')

Beep, beep in a din' dong car, crash man down in a Wagon

I don't know about Charms but I know about Aaron (Ayy, what you sayin' now? Hah)

And I might see Nora, things on thing gonna happen (Ayy, that's your money)

Like man don't come round L (No)

What you know about takin' an L (What you know?)

What you know about opp block everyday 'til it just gets borin' as hell (Like, man was there)

They claim they got guns (Huh?), Well, I got a chest for them shells (Baow)

They claim they got funds (Money), but them man broke as well (Broke)

"Showkey's wet, Showkey's off (Yeah?) Showkey don't get paid" (Huh?)

If you can say it on Snapchat (Well?), say it to his face (Pussy)

'Cah if I see man live in the flesh

There's no eye contact man look straight (Ayy, look at me, ah)

M with a ten, M with N, love for them, it's too bait (My niggas)

It's the shortest dons with the longest dippers (Shank'O)

Lil Y and Cremz lock a man in clipper (My niggas)

Showkey on your block tryna leave man hashtag dip up (Dip up)

Movements on your block tryna leave man hashtag twissup (Mover) (Ayy, haha)

[Verse 2: Movements]

Tryna see pounds on pounds, tryna see notes on notes

That four-door come, everyting long (Skrrt, baow)

Bare man ain't involved (Pussy)

Tryna see pounds on pounds, tryna see notes on notes (Money)

That four-door come, everyting long, bare man ain't involved (Wait)

This is all that we do (What?)

Hoes and shells, chillin', gettin' dough I tell man, "Nothin' ain't new" (Trust)

Callin' with Tremz my nigga, he's certi on ends, but he's from Liverpool (Twissup gang)

Don't lack boy, wapper in his bag, plus, I got my joints too (Ayy)

Man, man might put up like Showkey, see me in a va-va-voom (You know, baow)

Tryna get your vid to one thousand, my snap gets 2k views (Poppin')

Man, I'll wet a man down leave him holy like what the pastors do (Churches)

And man trap-trap in the bando 'cause I don't wanna look like you

Big Mover, I thought that you knew (Mover)

Man can tell me 'bout rentals, the Seppies, but can't tell me nuttin' bout truce (Trust)

On the trap old school I was gettin' rid of packs at break in school (Trappers)

Dotty came with a big nose, step on me, let it blow, achoo (Achoo, bag)

Them days we was keepin' up crab up top ,but where was you? (Up top)

[Verse 3:  A1 From The 9]

Runnin' 'round with the Hand ting (Hand ting)

Clip long, leave a nigga plankin' (Grrah, grrah)

Scream AP, no, I ain't the sun, do you know I'm gonna tan skin? (Grrah, grrah)

Fuck them jakes and they got my bros on the wing like Big-Z (Like Big-Z)

Said he wants beef, the side breast will get eaten up quickly (Chicken and chips)

And it ain't my fault if it's your girl that I see (That I see)

She was lookin' at me, I was lookin' at her, why you lookin' at me? (Why you lookin' at me?)

I remember her eyes, always wanted that cake

Had it all in my dream (Had it all in my dream)

'Til I met that plug and he had that raw and he works in his reef

Now I'm whippin' up— (Woo), Whippin' up— (Woo)

Smokin' on green (Woo) (Woo)

Cash rules everyone 'round me, don, what you know about beam? (What do you know about money?)

The bridges I burnt for the money, the niggas I lost for the money (Lost for the money)

The things that I did for the money, the niggas I lost for the money (I lost for the money)

[Verse 4: Tremz]

From way back I've been bangin' out

They like "Little Tremz go get 'em for me"

Young boy in my the alley way and my older cousin had the metal for me (Grrt)

Young boy on my pedal bike and I was sellin' white to your uncle Mike

In school had to get the blade 'cause I was on small and I was disliked

Didn't act like they're not scared of me, but from a young boy I lived this life (Grrt, baow, baow)

Like Sremm' life, I got no type, I'm smithed down with the chrome pipe (Grrt, baow, baow, baow)

I gave your baby momma a bit of Charlie, now she swallows FTR like fruit and Bali

Liverpool back to South London, I'll smoke 'em up, be like a fuckin' yardie

From way back it's been free the riches and fuck the rats, there's no competition

Scouse Tremz learnin' Scouse trap while I was in the kitchen like my nanny glass

I ain't been to sleep, I'm tryna make it happen (No)

Bigz run the cold stew and chips, we're gettin' money now (Money)

He like, "Do the maths", ayy, don't make me grab the automatic (Grrt, baow, baow, baow)

Way back I wanted all the riches, wanted all the waps and wanted all the bitches (Baow, baow)

Way back, I never been a minion, never been a dickhead, never been a victim (Grrt, baow)

Every mornin' by like half nine, I'll be out and dippin', I've been tryna get it

Beefin' with my uncle but he didn't want it so he'd always leg it