St Patrick's

Cash rules everything around me
C-R-E-A-M, get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Cash rules everything around me
C-R-E-A-M, get the money
Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Cash rules everythin' around me, I'm about the green, like today's St. Patrick's
Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin', gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick
Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting, so we get bands and spend it on—
She don't wanna fuck me on the first date, then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet
I'm on a roll, I just hit two hoes, that's one more goal and I got me a hat trick
Take man's sweet one, robbin' Baskin, posted up like where are the gyaldem?
Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin', who's outside? That's me and the mandem
Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thankin'?

Step in the club, let me see wagwan, I'm tryna go yard with somebody's daughter
These American girls keep laughin' any time I say, "Bottle of water"
She don't wanna pay for her BBL herself, she's lookin' for someone to sponsor
Put the Lambo' truck in Corsa, of course I remember the Vauxhall Astra
Break her back like chiropractor, slapped it, makin' her eyes roll back
Her waist so thin and her thighs all fat, take hits in the gym, but she lipo that
Don't call me and talk 'bout crime, I'm prang, I keep on thinkin' my iPhone's tapped
I'm grateful that I get by off rap, but I'm not gonna lie, I don't mind the trap

Cash rules everythin' around me, I'm about the green, like today's St. Patrick's
Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin', gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick
Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting, so we get bands and spend it on—
She don't wanna fuck me on the first date, then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet
I'm on a roll, I just hit two hoes, that's one more goal and I got me a hat trick
Take man's sweet one Robbins-Baskin, posted up like where are the gyaldem?
Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin', who's outside? That's me and the mandem
Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thankin'?

After the show, go home, don't trust these hoes, I ain't tryna have groupie sex
My bro got pounds in the UPS, do eight reps, then move to the next
Don't put down the weight, do supersets, on campus, with the excluded kids
I'm sellin' the uni students ket', I'm ringin' my bro, let's two-man step
Put on your chains and let's have a dance off, karma's something you just can't run from
How did you go on a glide with a drop and flop it? Broski, you only had one job, uh
I knew we was broke when mum went to Sports Direct and got me the Dunlop's
Next thing you know, she's like: Where's my son gone?
I'm in the trap house, gettin' my funds up

Cash rules everythin' around me, I'm about the green, like today's St. Patrick's
Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin', gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick
Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting, so we get bands and spend it on—
She don't wanna fuck me on the first date, then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet
I'm on a roll, I just hit two hoes, that's one more goal and I got me a hat trick
Take man's sweet one Robbins-Baskin, posted up like where are the gyaldem?
Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin', who's outside? That's me and the mandem
Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thankin'?

Ahh, you know, I'm not really a newcomer though
But I'ma accept it nevertheless