Done it again, half past ten Just made me a ten, they ain´t got out of bed
Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead One call, make broski blam out your head We-we´re the ones puttin´ on west, not them They got more money than sense Sweet one givin´ me stress I ain´t givin´ her sex, I´m handlin´ biz´
Bitch wanna suck now I got success What about when I slept on a small bunk bed? Now it´s king-size mattresses, I´m a king I might send out a hit and off with their head I´m a bad man but I fuck good girls That ain´t gonna accept if I offer them bread Turn girls down, I don´t wanna homewreck When their man´s away, they start hollerin´ Cench Bad bitch, go back to your man I won´t treat you better like Shawn Mendes
Don´t get ahead of yourself and ask for my government name, bae, call me Cench She thought she was bougie until I came in the room, and she got no decorum left If bro does back out the ramz and swing, you best hope it don´t get caught in flesh (Brr)
Pulled up to the club around half past ten How many vibes I pull up with? Ten How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten We the ones puttin´ on the city, not them (Baow, baow, baow, baow) This girl said that I look like money Told her that I don´t fold or bend (Huh?) Every year I´m in the UK top three Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten
What´d you know about hard work? Tell me, what you know about M´s? When you really come from the ends And the foolin´ around gotta come to an end At this point, I need no new friends All I need is a wifey to keep me warm (Sure) Pretty face girl with beautiful lips She kind of look like she was drawn by Slawn I don´t mean to taunt anyone But we got the label working for us This deal that I got ain´t a normal one (Nah) You had one hit, one tour and you´re done (Huh?) Longevity, yeah, we already won Consistency, then you know man´s powers And you don´t need flowers When you know you did your ten thousand hours
Done it again, half past ten Just made me a ten, they ain´t got out of bed Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead One call, make broski blam out your head We-we´re the ones puttin´ on west, not them They got more money than sense Sweet one givin´ me stress I ain´t givin´ her sex, I´m handlin´ biz´ (Brr, brr)
Pulled up to the club around half past ten How many vibes I pull up with? Ten How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten We the ones puttin´ on the city, not them (Baow, baow, baow, baow) This girl said that I look like money
Told her that I don´t fold or bend (Huh?) Every year I´m in the UK top three Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten