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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ms Banks
Performer
Grace Hamilton
Rap
Oliver Rodigan
Performer
Thyra Banks
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aicha Jacas
Songwriter
Grace Hamilton
Songwriter
Oliver Rodigan
Songwriter
Thyra Banks
Songwriter
Lyrics
Killin' my, killin' this money, it turn me into a villain
(Tell you something) Uh
(Tell you something)
Killin' my, killin' this money, it turn me into a villain
Richard my minion, they copy the vision, they fuckin' with him
Lookin', they lookin' but trust me, boy, you'll never find another
Savage but undercover, ask your brother or lover
Didn't know who I'd be, bitches mad as can be
Yeah, they're bad for their bredrens but they ain't badder than me
They ain't badder than me
They ain't badder than me
If you think that you're badder, you must be madder than me
I'm a born winner so you know I never could fail
Gettin' to that real green, I ain't talkin' bout kale
And I'm bringin' them hell, I'ma always prevail
Put me on any stage, better know I shell
Four-four to your door, yeah, my name ring bells
Bitches think they're too sick, that's why we don't gel
I don't F with the gimmicks and I'm in it to win it
If you know your ting up there, then you ain't timid, uh
My girl, walk out
Walk out, my girl, walk out
You ain't got no doubts
Walk out, my girl, walk out
Real talk, soon blow
Soon blow, soon blow
Better act like you know
My girl, walk out
Walk out, walk out
Booyah, mek mi back it up
My bumpa fatty, sucka puck
Bounce it up, it ac' it up
Mi jerk it up and slap it up
Make mi body so hot up sometime mi attitude ac' up
Walk out and stand up, a million dollar mi spend up
Clear the way when you see me mek mi mash up inna dis
My face, no gyal can talk up inna dis
Real bad gyal, mi nuh take style inna dis
With the light excuse weh mi walk up inna dis
Rip di runway like a real top model
Nah one bagga wan ever jump inna mi saddle
Some gyal ah drown and ah fight fi a paddle
My bumpa so firm, mi nuh soft like waffle
When you see me walk out, clear di way and come out
Nah have no time fi waste, no live chatty mouth
Cah mi spend mi own ah money, mi nuh live hand to mouth
Why do mattress? Somebody every man bangs about
My girl, walk out
Walk out, my girl, walk out
You ain't got no doubts
Walk out, my girl, walk out
Walk out, walk out
Walk out, ac' gyal, walk out
Walk out, walk out
Walk out, ac' gyal, walk out
You ain't met no one as real as this, baddest in the biz
If I pull up to the dealership, leaving with a whip
All my old niggas pissed, yeah, they livin' it
'Cause I'm killin' it, keep it real, they ain't messin' with the kid
Eenie meenie miney moe
If I link you and your friend, would that make me a hoe?
I want the black and the blue, F it, I don't know
I'ma need some white gas, call that shit Jon Snow
Vroom
Then I'm off again, they can never sin
I'm a ten, never beg friend, illest with the pen
In the ends back then, had to make ends meet
Now when I touch street it's a meet-and-greet
Runnin' up and down the block stealin' meat up out the pot
Now we keep the spot hot, hella heat, we got a lot
It's South London, bitch, we don't play bad for show
Haffi step out on road and make some gyal know
Aye
My girl, walk out
Walk out, my girl, walk out
You ain't got no doubts
Walk out, my girl, walk out
Real talk, soon blow
Soon blow, soon blow
Better act like you know
My girl, walk out
Walk out, walk out
Aye
Writer(s): Grace Hamilton, Oliver Sebastian Rodigan, Thyra Banks, Aicha Jacas
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