"GTTB" lyrics

This year
This year
This year
This year
I just want to get to the bag

I know my parents proud of their son
Never bought gyal something, I ain't got my mum
Dad checks in like, son, how you doing?
I'm still in the lab cause the vibes cant done
See this pen I love talking about
Pen that helped Mumsy pay off her house
Said pen got me an ACO 15, then said pen got me a roly about, yeah
Time is money, and money is time
Boy better know there is money in grime
Woosh overseas got a booking tonight
Send that deets while I lock in the flights
She wants my time this evening, but I can't pay bills with feelings
I got my mind on my money, and my money on my mind
Focus back on my grind, spitting like...

This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
Sleep when I'm dead, no time to relax
This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
Book flight, see life, flex with the gang

This year I just want to get to the bag
Footballers wait so I step with the wag
Cockney girl says she ain't been Manny
But you just head north, better get you a map
I never bought no watch or a chain
First music money got spent on a gaff
Since then, I don't like leaving the house
I'm stuck to the crib like my legs on a tag
Yo, wifey said all I talk is racks
Put it all in cash now I'm back to the grind
Bags in the booth, got bags in the boot
Made bags in my sleep, got bags in my eyes
Told our kid what's mine is his
If you ain't got a bag, you can have one of mine, straight
Shelley, I don't sniff coke, but I've always racked up a line, spitting like...

This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
Sleep when I'm dead, no time to relax
This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
Book flight, see life, flex with the gang

Look, I'm not trouble, or start drama
No Wahala, no bad karma
I seek Nirvana, I'm cooler and calmer
New Bond Street LB store, Prada
Who got money in change, not me?
I don't love like you like mom's corn beef
Mario's Bro, they call Luigi
Shed little box room to a penthouse suite
All from a 16 bar of course
Let's get high I got a nine on the floor
Can't let a lost cause lead me astray
I'll leave taking shots to Janene
Work man at work just trying to get paid
I'm tired, gyal just want to get laid
Rent alone like a whole 5K
I got riddim for make cause bill I've a pay

This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
Sleep when I'm dead, no time to relax
This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
This year I just want to get to the bag
Book flight, see life, flex with the gang