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One ting leads to the next ting
Leads to the next ting
Leads to the next ting
That simple ting money
Look at him money
One ting leads to the next ting
Leads to the next ting
Leads to the next ting
That simple ting money
Look at him money
Comes to my head like it came to a head
Old crack it off, look at these eggs
Poached and scrambled, my preamble
Amble's over, no land rover
So what the heck are you doing in Surrey?
You don't look new, well you seem to hate money but
How could we hate the queen when the social bill seems so obscene and
It helped to create the scene that
Put the people where the people be here
And it's all so openly here
Got the taste for the finest E here
One ting leads to the next ting
Leads to the next ting
Leads to the next ting
That simple ting money
Look at him money
That simple ting money
Look at him money
Damn fool I am
I lost my cool, oh hooligan
That's where the ish began
Walker's crisps or Crispian
Looking all Christian
The geezer called Jesus is leader of a gang
My gang flow do promote the holy ghost
Praise his name, invoke the holy ghost
When I shake my tambourine
I shake that ever so keenly
I do my best to get a Lamborghini
My girlfriend loves snakeskin bikinis
One ting leads to the next ting
Leads to the next ting
Leads to the next ting
That simple ting money
Look at him money
That simple ting money
Look at him money