"Mashallah" lyrics
Country Dons & NSG Lyrics
Fast life, fast cars, screaming ayy-ayy-aah
Phone on DND, I don't need drama
We destined to win, just say mashallah
She call me daddy, I ain't her father
Cut through town, Ferrari Spider
Amiri trouser look ripped by tiger
I was dead broke, didn't have a fiver
Tell me what you need, I got you, minor
Summertime, we're rolling with the heater
Fit nine gyal in the seven seater
No need to lie, you ain't a first timer
Pussy so good, I thank God after
If you got a Rollie on, put your time up
Any violation, turn the climate up
Suicide doors, gotta push the doors up
Even though I rap, I still can't get enough
I got my day ones, I ain't looking for no new friends
Sitting in the dealership, I'm preeing up this new Benz
It came in raw, gets pressed then it's resent
I can get the TT but tell me, do your P's stretch?
I told my young boy to do more and speak less
Fuck beef, go get this money, yo that makes sense
Used to be my bro's hand-me-downs, now it's West End
Everything authentic round here, we don't pretend
Rock star living, trapping out the kitchen
I was broke, now my pockets fat like Peter Griffin
Only raw up on my line, my cats know the difference
I tried bring bro in but he ain't really see the vision
Told bae "Talk to me nice, I'm a businessman"
I'm in Mayfair with brodie talking business plans
It's only been a couple months, we made a hundred bands
No help but when I'm up, I see a hundred hands
She gonna miss me when I'm gone, there ain't no coming back
Catching flights with my day ones, flying round the map
Popping tags, we really came up serving in the flats
From a hustler in the streets to collecting plaques
Nan said she's proud cause she saw me on the television
In the past, she knows that I've had some bad decisions
Frostbite from this ice, need some heat, fly Dubai
Still got it close cause it's hard to leave this life
Fast life, fast cars, screaming ayy-ayy-aah
Phone on DND, I don't need drama
We destined to win, just say mashallah
She call me daddy, I ain't her father
Cut through town, Ferrari Spider
Amiri trouser look ripped by tiger
I was dead broke, didn't have a fiver
Tell me what you need, I got you, minor
People perish from a lack of knowledge
Me and my nigga flourished from a pack of cauliflower
Gyal from Texas want sex, I got that Austin power
Two big body gyal, I crush 'em like the Twin Tower
And just to be sincere, I'm committing all my sins again
Just to break bread, Elizabeth and Benjamin
Any currency, made a couple million and still they wan' hear
Money due, shooters due, hella bodies wanna fornicate
She wanna play, she nah hesitate
Brodie let it spray, fuck a court case
I treat life like Mortal Kombat
Every day another opponent, battle constant
Flawless victories, zero contact
Badness and violence, my natural habitat
Seen many tings, subhanallah
I'll never lie but the people lie
Dem boy never lack so I never lack
Different kinda life, must be televised
Ready for the drama, we got lesser karma
If they picking triumphs, we'll bun him faster
Talk to the pastor, don't need no baba
Broski really boss now thanks to the malla
Fast life, fast cars, screaming ayy-ayy-aah
Phone on DND, I don't need drama
We destined to win, just say mashallah
She call me daddy, I ain't her father
Cut through town, Ferrari Spider
Amiri trouser look ripped by tiger
I was dead broke, didn't have a fiver
Tell me what you need, I got you, minor
Only check the tag for the size
Louis V or Gucci baby, tell me what's your vibe?
Had to stay on my grind, no matter the time
So baby I can buy you anyting that you like
If you're with them, you're on the wrong side
I know some real ones and they will slide
If you don't make money, you ain't one of mine
You don't make money, you ain't one of mine
Phone on DND, I don't need drama
We destined to win, just say mashallah
She call me daddy, I ain't her father
Cut through town, Ferrari Spider
Amiri trouser look ripped by tiger
I was dead broke, didn't have a fiver
Tell me what you need, I got you, minor
Summertime, we're rolling with the heater
Fit nine gyal in the seven seater
No need to lie, you ain't a first timer
Pussy so good, I thank God after
If you got a Rollie on, put your time up
Any violation, turn the climate up
Suicide doors, gotta push the doors up
Even though I rap, I still can't get enough
I got my day ones, I ain't looking for no new friends
Sitting in the dealership, I'm preeing up this new Benz
It came in raw, gets pressed then it's resent
I can get the TT but tell me, do your P's stretch?
I told my young boy to do more and speak less
Fuck beef, go get this money, yo that makes sense
Used to be my bro's hand-me-downs, now it's West End
Everything authentic round here, we don't pretend
Rock star living, trapping out the kitchen
I was broke, now my pockets fat like Peter Griffin
Only raw up on my line, my cats know the difference
I tried bring bro in but he ain't really see the vision
Told bae "Talk to me nice, I'm a businessman"
I'm in Mayfair with brodie talking business plans
It's only been a couple months, we made a hundred bands
No help but when I'm up, I see a hundred hands
She gonna miss me when I'm gone, there ain't no coming back
Catching flights with my day ones, flying round the map
Popping tags, we really came up serving in the flats
From a hustler in the streets to collecting plaques
Nan said she's proud cause she saw me on the television
In the past, she knows that I've had some bad decisions
Frostbite from this ice, need some heat, fly Dubai
Still got it close cause it's hard to leave this life
Fast life, fast cars, screaming ayy-ayy-aah
Phone on DND, I don't need drama
We destined to win, just say mashallah
She call me daddy, I ain't her father
Cut through town, Ferrari Spider
Amiri trouser look ripped by tiger
I was dead broke, didn't have a fiver
Tell me what you need, I got you, minor
People perish from a lack of knowledge
Me and my nigga flourished from a pack of cauliflower
Gyal from Texas want sex, I got that Austin power
Two big body gyal, I crush 'em like the Twin Tower
And just to be sincere, I'm committing all my sins again
Just to break bread, Elizabeth and Benjamin
Any currency, made a couple million and still they wan' hear
Money due, shooters due, hella bodies wanna fornicate
She wanna play, she nah hesitate
Brodie let it spray, fuck a court case
I treat life like Mortal Kombat
Every day another opponent, battle constant
Flawless victories, zero contact
Badness and violence, my natural habitat
Seen many tings, subhanallah
I'll never lie but the people lie
Dem boy never lack so I never lack
Different kinda life, must be televised
Ready for the drama, we got lesser karma
If they picking triumphs, we'll bun him faster
Talk to the pastor, don't need no baba
Broski really boss now thanks to the malla
Fast life, fast cars, screaming ayy-ayy-aah
Phone on DND, I don't need drama
We destined to win, just say mashallah
She call me daddy, I ain't her father
Cut through town, Ferrari Spider
Amiri trouser look ripped by tiger
I was dead broke, didn't have a fiver
Tell me what you need, I got you, minor
Only check the tag for the size
Louis V or Gucci baby, tell me what's your vibe?
Had to stay on my grind, no matter the time
So baby I can buy you anyting that you like
If you're with them, you're on the wrong side
I know some real ones and they will slide
If you don't make money, you ain't one of mine
You don't make money, you ain't one of mine
