Intro 
WhYJay 
I love Chris Rich 

Verse 1: Aitch 
Yo, I don't really fuck with the trap like that 
But the income coming in fast (Yeah) 
Never had one grand to my name 
Left work, same year, made money off rap 
When I sit back, think life changed 
Same way I'm still Aitch, that's nuttin' but facts 
Put my money in bricks, not cocaine ones 
Young boss, man's juggling gaffs 

Verse 2: DigDat 
Talk like you're bad and you shoot like Kobe 
'Til you get left scarface like Tony (Jheez) 
Lyin', he weren't ever on like Iwobi 
I'm richer than all them opps, ask Sony (Ask them) 
Still washin' up white like Persil 
Then I put it in a zip bag like Virgil (Bag it) 
When I was on the wing like Ozil 
Bangin' my door like my house got burgled 

Verse 3: Aitch 
Yeah, cash in the bag, got a big one 
Count four scores then I fold the fifth one 
Quick ten more, flick through, that's a quid gone 
Five more less, splash that, it got dripped on (Like) 

Verse 4: DigDat 
DigDat, know what my name is 
Buss down two tone, thought it was stainless (Buss down) 
Gave fifty bags to my jeweller 
I can't take no days off like Bueller 

Verse 5: Aitch 
Never been shot but never been gunman 
Never made gun bang 
But I'll still punch man (Wha'?) 
Hop off the plane, got me doin' up sun tan 
Gyal on the kid, truss, 'nuff of them love man 
Catch air, I ain't doin' no average 
Man gotta go bro, make a pack backflip 
G2 sick on the pitch, they matchfit 
Come through, dick up your bitch, no rampin' 

Verse 6: DigDat
She got a man, call me when you're horny
Tell a boy 'shut up' like it was Stormzy (Shut up)
And if I get booked for giggs
Then I make S spray it cah man don't care (Ay, bring that)
Fans think that I gon' clear
But I'm still in my trackie and black Moncler
Back then I had bands in my shoebox
Mad how now I get it all in credit (Money)
Gyal all sprung when they saw us
Hop out the tour bus, come in and shell it (Shell it)

Verse 7: Aitch
And that gyal said she adore us
Bussin' it for us, tell her don't beg it
In the studio, gotta wake more up
Bill up and pour up, fuck it, let's get it
Got groupies showin' man more love
But I get bored 'cause it's nuttin' impressive (Like)

Verse 8: DigDat
Run t'ru Shanequa and Ayesha
Both upset, now they move excessive
Need me a link but who can I message
When I got ex one's doin' obsessive (How?)
Got a big back like Kim, not slim
And you always come nice, you're good (Yeah)
But if I get a drop on them
Then we leave that red when we ride in hoods

Verse 9: Aitch
Three and a half racks in Louis, I paid in cash
Fuck it, I made it back (Wha'?)
Big bro's plugs are bald and got a moustache
Breaking Bad
Had a whip, got chased in that
So they put him on a ban, now he's takin' cabs
Runnin' late to the stage, it's mad
Wait one sec bro, let me take this Snap

Verse 10: DigDat
And when I'm in Gucci tex'in my stylist
Like, I gotta make sure I fit them sizes (Get that)
Twenty-eight bags for my Day-Date
KK under a box like AJ (Boy)
Got a spin ting, no Beyblade
Pray they don't lock me up like Tay-K
Bro's in the can like KA
But I might catch me a flight, go J—

Verse 11: Aitch
Fly boy, make a G5 look basic (Skrrt)
Lost count how many flights we've taken
Done with the planes, man I need me spaceship
Done with the waves, man I need me main chick (Uhh)
Two cups, both filled up with Henny
I'm charged up and ready, I'm finna get shelly (Uh)
Blowin' on Cali, this zobbie too smelly
Got ash on my jacket, I'm pissed off already (Yeah-yeah-yeah)

Verse 12: DigDat
Like five in the mornin', had no sleep
And I'm still here tryna get a hold of the weed man (Brr)
Peng tings blush when they see man
Wanna take pics when they meet man (Move)

Verse 13: Aitch
Told that bitch, "please, stay out the way"
No, I ain't gonna beat but my G can

Outro: Aitch
Told that bitch, "please, stay out the way"
No, I ain't gonna beat but my G can
I love Chris Rich
WhYJay