"St. Patrick's" lyrics

Cash rules everything around me, CREAM, get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all
Cash rules everything around me, CREAM, get the money, dollar, dollar bill y'all

Cash rules everything around me, I'm about the green like today's St. Patrick's
Bro got the pack in the mail, he's tracking, 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 matching
Who's outside, it's me and the mandem
Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thanking?

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

Cash rules everything around me, I'm about the green like today's St. Patrick's
Bro got the pack in the mail, he's tracking, 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 matching
Who's outside, it's me and the mandem
Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thanking?

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 super sets, on campus with the excluded kids
I'm selling the uni students ket, I'm ringing 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 the drop and flop it?
Broski, you only had one job
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 has my son gone?
I'm in trap house getting my funds up

Cash rules everything around me, I'm about the green like today's St. Patrick's
Bro got the pack in the mail, he's tracking, 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 matching
Who's outside, it's me and the mandem
Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thanking?

Na
You know I'm not really a newcomer though
But I'mma accept it nevertheless