Lyrics
Yeah, check this
You know, tropical shit
You know, like the juice that you be drinking in the morning
Alright, check
To my boys who hassle banks like Jimmy Floyd
Now we're TSB, Lloyds and Abbey, make some noise, oi oi
To my Yoruba G's and Ghanaians that speak Twi
With more paper than Fleet Street Three
I want cash like the UK GDP, made legally
Money works for me, my best employee
Who will fend for me when I run down and need pounds?
Dude, you down in a nicer, 'cause I'm that much wiser
You might be earning sterling but ain't a cash analyzer
Girls heard I'm from Niger and think I'm far from a miser
But I say I'm Ghanaian and don't end up paying
But I say I'm Ghanaian and don't end up paying
We just hold it up
If you got weed, you just roll it up
If you're drinking turnips, you should sober up
Got a hole in your sock? You better sew that up
No shame in our game, put the Moët in our cup
We move and strut, yeah, we walking with Lady Luck
Never gonna dead no stinking rock
Yo, I will let my trifle come chalk
Come check out my venomous fort
My front teeth gnashing over minimal keys
Just give me my G's, let the vinyl proceed
With a good heart structure
Duck to the riddim, head bop to the riddim
Bust a one-foot skank and see signs in the riddim
We drinking this wine and we smoking this skunk
And all of a sudden, I felt my heartbeat jump
Is it the Holy Ghost or weed psychosis?
Something got me feeling like a modern-day Moses
People might laugh as I walk with my staff
True, they'll never know I just took my purple bath
Banana hope, banana boat, banana clan
International shock ting, seeds from the motherland
Spanning the planet with extension of love
Spanning the planet with extension of dub
(Some of them are butterfly, some of them are grub)
We just hold it up
If you got weed, you just roll it up
If you're drinking turnips, you should sober up
Got a hole in your sock? You better sew that up
No shame in our game, put the Moët in our cup
We move and strut, yeah, we walking with Lady Luck
Never gonna dead no stinking rock
Yo, I will let my trifle come chalk
Yeah, Madrids, Roots Manuva
You know what I'm saying?
Trying to make the grands like Puba
This is how we do it, you know what I mean?
Still having fun, it's never done
I've been a keeper since I was a nigmer
Yeah
You know, tropical shit
You know, like the juice that you be drinking in the morning
Alright, check
To my boys who hassle banks like Jimmy Floyd
Now we're TSB, Lloyds and Abbey, make some noise, oi oi
To my Yoruba G's and Ghanaians that speak Twi
With more paper than Fleet Street Three
I want cash like the UK GDP, made legally
Money works for me, my best employee
Who will fend for me when I run down and need pounds?
Dude, you down in a nicer, 'cause I'm that much wiser
You might be earning sterling but ain't a cash analyzer
Girls heard I'm from Niger and think I'm far from a miser
But I say I'm Ghanaian and don't end up paying
But I say I'm Ghanaian and don't end up paying
We just hold it up
If you got weed, you just roll it up
If you're drinking turnips, you should sober up
Got a hole in your sock? You better sew that up
No shame in our game, put the Moët in our cup
We move and strut, yeah, we walking with Lady Luck
Never gonna dead no stinking rock
Yo, I will let my trifle come chalk
Come check out my venomous fort
My front teeth gnashing over minimal keys
Just give me my G's, let the vinyl proceed
With a good heart structure
Duck to the riddim, head bop to the riddim
Bust a one-foot skank and see signs in the riddim
We drinking this wine and we smoking this skunk
And all of a sudden, I felt my heartbeat jump
Is it the Holy Ghost or weed psychosis?
Something got me feeling like a modern-day Moses
People might laugh as I walk with my staff
True, they'll never know I just took my purple bath
Banana hope, banana boat, banana clan
International shock ting, seeds from the motherland
Spanning the planet with extension of love
Spanning the planet with extension of dub
(Some of them are butterfly, some of them are grub)
We just hold it up
If you got weed, you just roll it up
If you're drinking turnips, you should sober up
Got a hole in your sock? You better sew that up
No shame in our game, put the Moët in our cup
We move and strut, yeah, we walking with Lady Luck
Never gonna dead no stinking rock
Yo, I will let my trifle come chalk
Yeah, Madrids, Roots Manuva
You know what I'm saying?
Trying to make the grands like Puba
This is how we do it, you know what I mean?
Still having fun, it's never done
I've been a keeper since I was a nigmer
Yeah