(Scorcher)
Eh!...Oi' Listen!....I'm up in this bitch like I never left, For as as I'm spittin' they'll be second best, I'm only goin' shot, say I'm settin' trends, They call it turnin' on my swag, I'm just dressed, everythin', fly' over everythin' If you see me on the ground, try an' know am in, I'm buyin' what I like, I get it in, All these rappers my style now, S&M (Uh) But I'm as a fan, top chef swag, put it all in a pan Linesman at best, you ain't wid man, If I high five his rounds an when I rap, I get an encore, I'm on tour, gun fingers up like they want war, (Huh) I out at the bottom, but now I'm top draw, talkin' 'bout "let's collaborate"..."what for?"
(Loick Chorus) You ain't fuckin' wit me, I'm hard as hell, Only it ain't hard to tell, my n***** are off the rails, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) we ain't the same, homie this ain't a game (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You N***** ain't wit me, we hard as nails, try it an' you'll hurt yourself, my n***** are off the rails (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) we ain't the same, homie this ain't a game (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
I got a killer cool face, in the buildin' Turnin' up my swag, hurtin' feelings, Used to a grand, workin' on a million, You can have her back, I squirt her wit my children, so long, I can't figure what to spend it on, Louis V now, Mummy to buy me beneton You don't get it in, bruda how we gonna get You talkin' wizzy, why the fuck you on my telephone!? tell me nuttin' I'm kanye, I'm braggers Sittin' at the top, at suckers, Money whip but I wan' an R for ma' summer, on the game, wipe my arse with a one'er I'm a stunner, Makin' pop, we ain't gotta shot, My music good, but I want the lot, I that blow money, I want that show money, They'll be a in hell, when I got no money...
(Loick Chorus)
You N***** fuckin' wit me, I'm hard as hell, Only it ain't hard to tell, my N***** are off the rails, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Only we ain't the same, homie this ain't a (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You N***** fuckin' wit me, we hard as nails, try it an' you'll hurt yourself, my N***** are off the rails (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Only we ain't the same, homie ain't a game, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
the weather, makin' it better Makin' so much money, I can't even count the figures,
(Scorcher) I got!
(Loick Essien) So money, so much money...
(Scorcher & Essien) Money! money!!
(Loick Essien) Well he do is make it rain! Ye, Yeah, (Solo vocal)
(Scorcher)
Sky!...(Loick Essien continues) Loick!
(Loick Essien)
Yeeeeaaaahhh!
(Scorcher)
Staples!
Oww!
(Loick Chorus)
You N***** ain't fuckin' wit me, I'm hard as hell, it ain't hard to tell, my n***** are off the rails, (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) Only we ain't the same, homie ain't a game (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
You N***** ain't fuckin' wit me, we hard as nails, try it an' you'll hurt yourself, my n***** are off the (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) we ain't the same, homie this ain't a game (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)