Central Cee Booga

If you don't get money, you'll suffer We don't take bad up, them boy there good Don't get it confused cah they got their hood up The beef ting's borin', I just want mula My French ting said, "Do a song with Booba" Fifty-pointer, they look like booga Them man, their jewels ain't real, they're poopass, huh Remember, I told shorty we're gon' link that day and got stood up You say that you're on me, I beg man pull up I hate when they talk 'bout the T, only grams of the white that you seen is sugar Bad one smilin' at me in the club, but I want the one with the face all push-up I like girls that aren't interested, I've never spent one pound on a hooker Eatin' good, but I still ain't full up, I'm tryna get my belly big like Buddha A1, he's a full-time jugger, put it on pause cah he just went jummah Go OT and it look like we're camping, rambo knife and a portable cooker Woulda took man's girl, but she ain't my standard, so my lil' broski took her They coulda, shoulda, woulda It sounds good, but they won't though, will they? One dread in the T like Booker How you a Ras, but you're smokin' Cohiba? I went school with Mohammed, Abdullah I know about xabsi, lacag iyo naas, Bariis iyo Hilib, I shout out hooyo Lord, forgive us as I'm a sinner, repent and pray, you accept our sunnah Warya, warya, xabad and a guri I love man, but I don't trust man fully I see through them and I don't feel threatened They got on a bally and put up their hoodie It don't feel real when I say, "Free Mukky" I'll be sixty when my broski lands We don't take bad up, we don't get bullied Them man there pussy, they roll like– Big G-Wagon, your girlfriend pass, passy Playin' some Frank Sinatra Look at the stars, I'm playin' some jazz Bro came back bald cah he came from Hajj Bro came back bolo, he came from can It's mad cah I just came back from Cannes If we see one of them, khalas They can't come back to my hood, got banned W's up like Wu-Tang Clan It's a west side story, Tupac, thug life Prove that then if you're bad, let one fly Once I ran, but I learnt now One-by-one, I'ma get man done right Boom, bye bye, no knife, it's gun fight In the bando, I slept with one eye Now I'm on Bondi Beach, it's sunrise A man like me, I'm hard to come by I made M's off rap, I'm stable I done it, no label, when I was unsigned On sight, man, it could still go left Get cheffed like breakfast, dinner or lunchtime Where the demand is, I'm gonna supply I watched Slumdog Millionaire and relate to the kid from Mumbai