"ROOM 44" lyrics

Floor four
Yeah

Still C2H, but I'm never home
'Cause most of these brothers half-stepping on semitone shit
Fuck the clout, I'm already known
Might fly habibi dubs on some heavy bone shit
Stacked up, spent it on the ride
Try pulling up flexing with your guys, that's some any old whip
I ain't counting up this bread alone
Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick

I ain't counting favours, if I did, you'd probably owe me one
Hold a bomb for thinking you control me or the dough I'm on
Brothers acting weird like it is me or just the snow you're on?
Focus on yourself instead of scrolling till the hoes are gone

You ain't seen the best parts, the Dutchie like Edgar
Oral in the morning, that's a head start
Wear the creps, but you won't step far
Can't take shots if you won't make it to the next bar
Bitch

Out the way, I just been keeping to myself
Figured everyone needs me, but I don't need nobody's help
Kept a couple dusty items, had to clean 'em off the shelf
If I speak my mind, then pussies gonna feel how I felt

Fuck what happens next 'cause I done bits
Learnt a whole lot, I still don't know what trust is
People only wanna come around if it's funded
So, I only give a fuck about who lives at mum's crib, real talk

'Cause most of these brothers half-stepping on some semitone shit
Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick

Hit me on the telephone, the iPhone's hot
The line don't stop, them guys on some micro guap
Had the YGs spinning like a vinyl shop
Going house hunting, I ain't tryna find no opps

Shellyanne a heavyweight
Go and check the resume
Shawty make it elevate
She blow it, then I detonate
Tripping like she Ella, baby, hit me with a serenade
Sweeter then some jelly, Cali rocket and a lemonade

Towel by the door in the hotel
Shower on, let the steam out so there ain't no smell
Shit, if it don't get you high, then it won't sell
Crazy, every time I touch down, I feel like Odell

Can't stand the fake shit
Blagging that we're mates and pretending that you're paid shit
I don't give a fuck about the paper, I'm just proud of myself
I only put it in the song so you stop doubting yourself

Like if I could make a milli', you could probably make two
All this hating on me ain't gonna help you break through, pussy
Now they're stressing 'cause Aitch in the door
I won't say nothing more, this is straight from the 4

Room 44, baby, hit me on the telly phone quick