Don't Sell Out

They sayin'
Don't sell out
Don't sell out
Uh! Let's go!

{Verse 1}
I'm back, you know it.
Disturbing London Poet.
Sparklers in my moet, if you need a glass then I'll pour it.
Fashion week, front row it. Chelsea and SoHo it.
When I valet park my 'uh' then the council come and tow it.
Red Bull, Vodka, JD, Coke.
Bitch turn up your radio, heartless verse pay as you go.
Mixed with a little bit of KC and Jo.
Now my section's crazy yo.
Three to one, the ratio.
Tryin' to get fellatio from girls as fresh as Daisy Lowe.
Them girls say 'hi', them girls say 'hello'.
I tell them stick your number in an envelope.
She take it off but leave on her stilettos.
You know you can find me 'round them white girls like a fellow.

We be saying to them...

{Hook (x2)}
Oh you mad you ain't us.
Pull up and I'm famous.
Party like I'm from Vegas
Yeah the alcohol made us.

Now turn up and don't sell out.
Turn up and don't sell out.
Turn up and don't sell out.
Turn up and don't sell out.

{Verse 2}
Tiger, bear or cobra.
Lime in my corona.
Chased out my bilateral periorbital hematoma.
Living la vida loca, I be from Barcelona.
Life threw me lemons now celebrity juice on my sofa.
I got a girl in Oklahoma and a L.A girl to do yoga.
A girl in Amsterdam that's a stoner.
And a sexy female chauffeur.
And a girl to make a racket, call her Anna Kournikova.
Rap put me in another tax bracket.
So much for my diploma.
Say 'what's up?', they say 'what's happening?'.
We be in the club, just racks on racks on racks and
Was using words but now we're using actions.
Been around the world, the ladies love me and my London accent.

We be saying to them...

{Hook (x2)}
Oh you mad you ain't us.
Pull up and I'm famous.
Party like I'm from Vegas
Yeah the alcohol made us.

Now turn up and don't sell out.
Turn up and don't sell out.
Turn up and don't sell out.
Turn up and don't sell out.

{Verse 3}
Am I drunk? No.
Am I lean? Yes.
I do her raw? No.
Am I clean? Yes.
I do a tour? Fo' sho.
Bring out a mean, guest.
Roses Gabor? No.
Ester Dean? Yes.
Am I mature? No.
Should I be? Yes.
Are my jeans still saggy like the queen.
And I wear a lot of gold around my v.
And I sell out all my shows just like they're free.

We keep on saying to them...

{Hook (x2)}
Oh you mad you ain't us.
Pull up and I'm famous.
Party like I'm from Vegas
Yeah the alcohol made us.

Now turn up and don't sell out.
Turn up and don't sell out.
Turn up and don't sell out.
Turn up and don't sell out.