Man I gotta go to Harrods
Christian Dior
Chain come with 22 carats
F*cking up the store not even looking at my balance
Cop a new watch, it ain't ticking nah it gliding
Tell my people they all good cah for my niggas I be riding
And when we roll out tell 'em get the Phantom
Money in the bank, climbing up the ladder
Kicking groupies out if they ever act up
This ain't just a dream, that's the shit that I want
Put respect upon my name
I'm in it for the money I'm not in it for the fame
Ain't even a banger I just put out something tame
And don't be coming back when I'm f*cking up the game
I don't give a f*ck about these haters, they don't know me
Fake love in the air, too many people are phony
Started from the bottom gonna blow up to the pro league
I'm a 9 with finesse, you can call a nigga Tony
Born and bred in the Narm, repping my home, you know who we are
You were airing my calls, heard that I'm up now you're here at my yard
They wanna censor the kid, but then they ask why I'm holding my tongue
Niggas die everyday, RIP Boogz, they took you too young
Bro I do this for you, thinking of him when I step in the booth
Man I'm losing my head, think I'm Khabib the way I never lose
Your girl keeps calling my line, I'm starting to think why she moving so loose
She heard I'm signing a deal, she gave me that top then we smoke on some boof
Oh, so now you think you know me
Bitch I saw you hating, nigga now I know you phony
Tryna stunt on the gram, acting like you don't owe me
Had a bad day you better watch your f*cking tone G
Praying for my downfall, sit down you're my son
Told my jeweller off cos the chain was way too long
Mad at M21 cos your girl rocks with the song
Looking at my watch cos I gotta
Man I gotta go to Harrods
Christian Dior
Chain come with 22 carats
F*cking up the store not even looking at my balance
Cop a new watch, it ain't ticking nah it gliding
Tell my people they all good cah for my niggas I be riding
And when we roll out tell 'em get the Phantom
Money in the bank, climbing up the ladder
Kicking groupies out if they ever act up
This ain't just a dream, that's the shit that I want
M21 - I Want Lyrics
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Man I gotta go to Harrods
Christian Dior
Chain come with 22 carats
F*cking up the store not even looking at my balance
Cop a new watch, it ain't ticking nah it gliding
Tell my people they all good cah for my niggas I be riding
And when we roll out tell 'em get the Phantom
Money in the bank, climbing up the ladder
Kicking groupies out if they ever act up
This ain't just a dream, that's the shit that I want
Put respect upon my name
I'm in it for the money I'm not in it for the fame
Ain't even a banger I just put out something tame
And don't be coming back when I'm f*cking up the game
I don't give a f*ck about these haters, they don't know me
Fake love in the air, too many people are phony
Started from the bottom gonna blow up to the pro league
I'm a 9 with finesse, you can call a nigga Tony
Born and bred in the Narm, repping my home, you know who we are
You were airing my calls, heard that I'm up now you're here at my yard
They wanna censor the kid, but then they ask why I'm holding my tongue
Niggas die everyday, RIP Boogz, they took you too young
Bro I do this for you, thinking of him when I step in the booth
Man I'm losing my head, think I'm Khabib the way I never lose
Your girl keeps calling my line, I'm starting to think why she moving so loose
She heard I'm signing a deal, she gave me that top then we smoke on some boof
Oh, so now you think you know me
Bitch I saw you hating, nigga now I know you phony
Tryna stunt on the gram, acting like you don't owe me
Had a bad day you better watch your f*cking tone G
Praying for my downfall, sit down you're my son
Told my jeweller off cos the chain was way too long
Mad at M21 cos your girl rocks with the song
Looking at my watch cos I gotta
Man I gotta go to Harrods
Christian Dior
Chain come with 22 carats
F*cking up the store not even looking at my balance
Cop a new watch, it ain't ticking nah it gliding
Tell my people they all good cah for my niggas I be riding
And when we roll out tell 'em get the Phantom
Money in the bank, climbing up the ladder
Kicking groupies out if they ever act up
This ain't just a dream, that's the shit that I want
Christian Dior
Chain come with 22 carats
F*cking up the store not even looking at my balance
Cop a new watch, it ain't ticking nah it gliding
Tell my people they all good cah for my niggas I be riding
And when we roll out tell 'em get the Phantom
Money in the bank, climbing up the ladder
Kicking groupies out if they ever act up
This ain't just a dream, that's the shit that I want
Put respect upon my name
I'm in it for the money I'm not in it for the fame
Ain't even a banger I just put out something tame
And don't be coming back when I'm f*cking up the game
I don't give a f*ck about these haters, they don't know me
Fake love in the air, too many people are phony
Started from the bottom gonna blow up to the pro league
I'm a 9 with finesse, you can call a nigga Tony
Born and bred in the Narm, repping my home, you know who we are
You were airing my calls, heard that I'm up now you're here at my yard
They wanna censor the kid, but then they ask why I'm holding my tongue
Niggas die everyday, RIP Boogz, they took you too young
Bro I do this for you, thinking of him when I step in the booth
Man I'm losing my head, think I'm Khabib the way I never lose
Your girl keeps calling my line, I'm starting to think why she moving so loose
She heard I'm signing a deal, she gave me that top then we smoke on some boof
Oh, so now you think you know me
Bitch I saw you hating, nigga now I know you phony
Tryna stunt on the gram, acting like you don't owe me
Had a bad day you better watch your f*cking tone G
Praying for my downfall, sit down you're my son
Told my jeweller off cos the chain was way too long
Mad at M21 cos your girl rocks with the song
Looking at my watch cos I gotta
Man I gotta go to Harrods
Christian Dior
Chain come with 22 carats
F*cking up the store not even looking at my balance
Cop a new watch, it ain't ticking nah it gliding
Tell my people they all good cah for my niggas I be riding
And when we roll out tell 'em get the Phantom
Money in the bank, climbing up the ladder
Kicking groupies out if they ever act up
This ain't just a dream, that's the shit that I want
Writer: Mark Ojo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid