"Invite Only" lyrics
Aitch & GRM Daily Lyrics
Yeah
Don't call me, I'll call you
You know what this is man, it's Invite Only
It's big Aitch (Yeah)
The game ain't seen nobody as Manc' as this
I ain't got no one to thank for this
Don't have a clue who gassed man up
But they're gonna need more than a tank for this
Money calling, go answer it
'Nuff cheese and bread, I got sandwiches
My girl want her next girl involved
Just told her I'll ask her, Anchorage
Broad are my shoulders, minor, I'll carry the weight
Never been one of these soft-ass rappers on Insta, postin' to have a debate
I never said I was gang-gang once, you did, and you're still not badder than Aitch
Two hundred on a whip, but shit, I raised more than that for a charity, mate
I'm that guy, diss me, man are crack-high
Cross man and get baptised
I've had seagulls, pigeons, eagles, magpies, all the birds, I'm that fly
Pull up on shawty, come, let's chat
Go flame on the gyal, man bunsen that
Fifty tings, that's hundred racks, no, I never paid one pound
Touched down, said he came from south
Chelsea to Manny, that's Mason Mount
Don't get the picture, paint me out
The last thing Aitch need is clout
I was eighteen years old, all I wanted was ten grand, that's Posty
But I was a hundred up 'fore I spent my first ten grand at Rollie
Aye, that would've been the best ten I spent
But listen, right now we're in Harrison's garrison (Heh)
Give them a little bit more, trust me (Yeah)
Big Shelly, man are still on my ting
Comes to the game, what didn't I bring?
"Aitch don't spit like that anymore", tuh
Spit in your face, Invisalign in
Circle tight, I'm minimisin'
Big darg, who knows what dinner might bring?
Holding the corner, still it's my ring
Ain't fucking your wife, but still I might swing
Been on my humble shit, climb mountains, fuck up the jungle shit
Can't lie, for my age I've done some shit, so I couldn't care less if you bump this shit
Platinums, groupies, bums and BRITs
Done that, now I just take funds and piss
Done rap, now I might go punk and shit
I only come here to dump this clip
Turbo Coupe, not BM'
This car choon, not CN
Me, I don't chat, I just sit back preein'
Man buyin' bags for gyal in my DM, free 'em
Right like Ian, go 89 on the mic like Ian
Awkward beef, sweetcorn and tea from north not East, like Ian
Yo, but I just want peace, not war
Fuck beef, I'm keepin' my teeth and jaw
Got Porches covered in pigeon shit
And Birkin bags full of weed and raw
I ain't been out here flexing much, if I talk my shit, I'ma keep it short
Eight years deep in the game, don't play with my name, still deep in your girlfriend's thoughts
Don't give me lip
Bun an MC like that spliff you lit
Might invite Posty to Invite Only
And make him split, man flipped the script (Yeah)
Pop star, I don't write symphonies
Rap star, I don't like industries
Rock star, I don't play instruments
Track star, I just had injuries
Yo, give me that
See that cheque come through, give me that
Who's the best? Not you, give me that
Pulled up, mic check, 1-2, give me that, give me that
Yo, give me that
See that cheque come through, give me that
Who's the best? Not you, give me that
Pulled up, mic check, 1-2, give me that, give me that
Bitch, give me that shit
Don't want that badge, you ain't spinnin' that whip
I'm in the studio, filling up clips
Every time you pull that trigger, it clicks
Straight from the block, now I'm livin' in sticks
Met a few GOATs and a million pricks
Stay out the way, I got nothing to prove
Got a big enough bank and big enough—
Yo, give me that
See that cheque come through, give me that
Who's the best? Not you, give me that
Pulled up, mic check, 1-2, give me that, give me that
Yo, give me that
See that cheque come through, give me that
Who's the best Not you, give me that
Pulled up, mic check, 1-2, are you fuckin' mad or sommat?
That's why you live on my speed dial, my boy
Seamless
You heard from Rooney's Goonie, top striker (Sheesh)
Trust me, movin' like Craig David in the early 2000s, man
He's born to do it, it's Invite Only, it's GRM Daily
Can I say it, can I say it?
Don't me, I'll call you
Don't call me, I'll call you
You know what this is man, it's Invite Only
It's big Aitch (Yeah)
The game ain't seen nobody as Manc' as this
I ain't got no one to thank for this
Don't have a clue who gassed man up
But they're gonna need more than a tank for this
Money calling, go answer it
'Nuff cheese and bread, I got sandwiches
My girl want her next girl involved
Just told her I'll ask her, Anchorage
Broad are my shoulders, minor, I'll carry the weight
Never been one of these soft-ass rappers on Insta, postin' to have a debate
I never said I was gang-gang once, you did, and you're still not badder than Aitch
Two hundred on a whip, but shit, I raised more than that for a charity, mate
I'm that guy, diss me, man are crack-high
Cross man and get baptised
I've had seagulls, pigeons, eagles, magpies, all the birds, I'm that fly
Pull up on shawty, come, let's chat
Go flame on the gyal, man bunsen that
Fifty tings, that's hundred racks, no, I never paid one pound
Touched down, said he came from south
Chelsea to Manny, that's Mason Mount
Don't get the picture, paint me out
The last thing Aitch need is clout
I was eighteen years old, all I wanted was ten grand, that's Posty
But I was a hundred up 'fore I spent my first ten grand at Rollie
Aye, that would've been the best ten I spent
But listen, right now we're in Harrison's garrison (Heh)
Give them a little bit more, trust me (Yeah)
Big Shelly, man are still on my ting
Comes to the game, what didn't I bring?
"Aitch don't spit like that anymore", tuh
Spit in your face, Invisalign in
Circle tight, I'm minimisin'
Big darg, who knows what dinner might bring?
Holding the corner, still it's my ring
Ain't fucking your wife, but still I might swing
Been on my humble shit, climb mountains, fuck up the jungle shit
Can't lie, for my age I've done some shit, so I couldn't care less if you bump this shit
Platinums, groupies, bums and BRITs
Done that, now I just take funds and piss
Done rap, now I might go punk and shit
I only come here to dump this clip
Turbo Coupe, not BM'
This car choon, not CN
Me, I don't chat, I just sit back preein'
Man buyin' bags for gyal in my DM, free 'em
Right like Ian, go 89 on the mic like Ian
Awkward beef, sweetcorn and tea from north not East, like Ian
Yo, but I just want peace, not war
Fuck beef, I'm keepin' my teeth and jaw
Got Porches covered in pigeon shit
And Birkin bags full of weed and raw
I ain't been out here flexing much, if I talk my shit, I'ma keep it short
Eight years deep in the game, don't play with my name, still deep in your girlfriend's thoughts
Don't give me lip
Bun an MC like that spliff you lit
Might invite Posty to Invite Only
And make him split, man flipped the script (Yeah)
Pop star, I don't write symphonies
Rap star, I don't like industries
Rock star, I don't play instruments
Track star, I just had injuries
Yo, give me that
See that cheque come through, give me that
Who's the best? Not you, give me that
Pulled up, mic check, 1-2, give me that, give me that
Yo, give me that
See that cheque come through, give me that
Who's the best? Not you, give me that
Pulled up, mic check, 1-2, give me that, give me that
Bitch, give me that shit
Don't want that badge, you ain't spinnin' that whip
I'm in the studio, filling up clips
Every time you pull that trigger, it clicks
Straight from the block, now I'm livin' in sticks
Met a few GOATs and a million pricks
Stay out the way, I got nothing to prove
Got a big enough bank and big enough—
Yo, give me that
See that cheque come through, give me that
Who's the best? Not you, give me that
Pulled up, mic check, 1-2, give me that, give me that
Yo, give me that
See that cheque come through, give me that
Who's the best Not you, give me that
Pulled up, mic check, 1-2, are you fuckin' mad or sommat?
That's why you live on my speed dial, my boy
Seamless
You heard from Rooney's Goonie, top striker (Sheesh)
Trust me, movin' like Craig David in the early 2000s, man
He's born to do it, it's Invite Only, it's GRM Daily
Can I say it, can I say it?
Don't me, I'll call you
