Dem a rackle up mi head like dutchy cover
And none a dem never meck a coil burn fire
And dem fi know mi a one a the son a daddy devil
Mi throw money in a the sky like May weather
Up town tell dem don't wramp wid the thing
Face bite off like piece a chicken
Clarindon floss money meck the gyal dem a grin
One thing mi haffi tell dem
We got food, we got food
Girl si mi money and acting rude
We got food, we go modes
As mi step in a the club every gyal a strip nude
Every man pon the Sparta a baller
When mi leave my shadow gyal follow
In a the bar mi a face my order
Hennessy a go run like water
Mi gain piece of your mind
Wi a baller so wi kick weh the ball
Girls follow me like straight when mi call
Smoke mi cigar meck mi shoot to the star
Wi no give a hell what haters say
Mi naw go si none a dem pon mi birthday
Cruse mi a cruse yeh pon the highway
Mi and yo baby a go straight a Mobay
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None a wi no light like a
Dem no rich like the gyal pon mi bike back a
Fi no chase, pass mi the big cutter
Gimmi a light meck mi light up the cutchy
In a the night yah wooy dem a pray fi mi suffer
Like back in a the days wid bread and butter
Dem waan mi fi get bout the rugga, rugga
Anyweh the food deh rugga, rugga
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