Cash Converters (Radio Edit)

(Jerem)

Split my ends

Yeah, that's how we roll

She wearin' a Rolex

Hollows movin' cold

And I'm on that grown flex

I'll bet you that they fold

These niggas made some bold threats

I'm livin' by that code

Techni-coloured coat like I'm Joseph

She's in a sexy robe

She's in a sexy robe

I'm gonna get them both

Call me a dog, I go fetch

I'm gonna get them smoked

I'm gonna get them ghosted

I'm over the west coast

Machine on me looks grotesque

Right now, I'm movin' dolo

I'm kind of on my solo

My Mrs. just got FOMO

Booked us a quick Lake Como trip

Life ain't easy, I'm in control, though

Lengthy and I can throw that width

Tryna find your way home with Toto

I'm not The Wizard Of Oz, I smoked that witch

Back in the days when I was in PJs

Talkin' 'bout those MTV days

Back to the time of the trappin' relay

Washin' up, baggin' up that freebase

She's tryna get my details

These times, I'm tryna watch that he say, she say

Now I'm on the beach chillin' out with shorty

She orderin' some fresh ceviche

How could you stoop so low?

How could you do that madness, bro?

Ain't walkin', now I just float

God's armour, I got my back exposed

Bare mandem are at my throat

They counted me out, how mad's that, though?

When I put 'em on to game

And I've given out them access codes

Tell my girl manicure them nails and go pedicure them toes

Go get some brand-new clothes 'cause we goin' to Carbone

I got a ball of flows here, standin' in Martine Rose

They couldn't unit ten days, mandem on Walworth Road

Back hands on, got rid of that worker (Ah)

It's me that's rowin' this boat

No, I can't just sit back and be an observer

Naija boy, I got green and white

I was tryna wrap you on the low like burner (Burner, boy)

Punters doin' up burglar

Hit that lick and went cash converter

Said if you come with the cash, I'll (What?)

Said if you come with the cash, I'll serve you

Free bro, want smoke like Snoop

Judge gave him a bird and the case was murder (Bah, bah)

You can't tell me 'bout my ones

Can't tell me don't take it further

Pray that broski gets his appeal

'Cause the judge tried to turn him to a long-termer

Beef was fryin', he bunned that burger (Baow)

But don't get shit twisted (No)

Even though that I rap, I'm still tryna trade in towns like New York Knicks did (Shh)

Still gonna put drinks on big bits and I still got no love for the piglets

And they know that I come from Toxteth, the way that I rock is a little bit different (Uh)

And there's no point tryna blend in 'cause it looks like I play for the Detroit Pistons

But from a kid, I been chasin' the bag, man picked up a box in the alley like Liston (Baow)

I been knockin' 'em out like Leon Edwards done Usman back when he kicked him (Baow)

So-called gangsters got turned victim

Now the front of the whip needs fixin'

'Cause he had a bangin' like till I ticked him

Then I clipped him, it is what it is now

Stayin' consistent, back to the biz now

I was in the system, slangin' them bits out

Now I'm on the Mway, doin' them trips now (Skrrt)

And they're on me, thinkin' I'm lit now

But I've been lit from a kid, I'm just big now

Make all the gyaldem still wanna look out

She thinks I'm gone 'cause she saw me with Giggs now

Up in the bits now, movin' diligent

Sat in the can, even though I was innocent

Bikes and pipes and henny with ice

That summertime nights got everyone billin' 'em

All of the bad ones in and out gym again

Maxi dress, see the back just jigglin'

Don't know why he try act like

Say he's a stand-up guy when he's more Mo Gilligan (Ha)

But you ain't patterned like that

Some actors, niggas ain't savage like that

What's happenin'? Man are just cappin' on tracks

Embarrassin', I ain't a fan of their raps

They're followin', but I ain't addin' 'em back

First week fresh home, I was baggin' up crack

Adapted quick and I patterned up fast

Better watch what you say when you're chattin' with Kasst

Back hands on, got rid of that worker (Ah)

It's me that's rowin' this boat

No, I can't just sit back and be an observer

Naija boy, I got green and white

I was tryna wrap you on the low like burner (Burner, boy)

Punters doin' up burglar

Hit that lick and went cash converter

Said if you come with the cash, I'll (What?)

Said if you come with the cash, I'll serve you

Free bro, want smoke like Snoop

Judge gave him a bird and the case was murder (Bah, bah)

You can't tell me 'bout my ones

Can't tell me don't take it further

Pray that broski gets his appeal

'Cause the judge tried to turn him to a long-termer

Beef was fryin', he bunned that burger (Baow)