[Ghetts:] Had a girl that I was on the back of the bus with She was looking out of the window at Any man driving past in an expensive cyar So now I ain’t with the same gyal I come up with Justin, I jump into something Something only the rich can afford Man ah run tings, run rings around this one ting Just ’cause I know that chick was a fraud I’m stunting on her husband, she’ll dump him Based on the fact his whip is a Ford That’s dumb but I’m wondering, which one’s crumbling? He might feel like she live abroad Yo, my brudda, don’t let it get to ya She left him for me, she left me for you She left you for the man sitting next to ya Crazy gyal, I might section her Heard through the grapevine she told someone That I ain’t ever gonna make it Wish I could’ve seen her face when she found out That her ex-boyfriend made it I still wish you the best, girl Even though your heart’s full of hatred And even though I wish you the best, girl I still have to say this
Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting) Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl) Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting) Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting) Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl) Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting) Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na
[Mercston:] Ayy, I roll up in a Benz like na na na na na Same model as Ghetts, just different colour In deya like my nigga Shabba Hopped out, couldn’t see another brudda sharper Yeah, still need to see a pastor But fuck it, fling the keys to the valley, man park up ‘Nuff gyal around, like I’d ever charge up Gyal are starstruck, I don’t wanna ménage up Hold tight the mandem, large up I come through in a trench coat Saw my ex-girl coming out of a Tesco I was playing some Esco, get back, draw for that Thinking to myself “this would’ve been a floor-filler” Onto my old ting and my new ting though See each other, they don’t even need an intro I’ll be like the frog with a cup of tea at the window, the mad ting My old ting and my new? They’re friends They see each other, they’re gonna wanna pretend Laugh at each other but [?] No, Billie, no, Billie, no, Billie You can’t have my genes in your ovaries To the woman that’s head-over-heels over me I wring her out, then she keeps phoning me I can be a cunt like [?]
[Ghetts:] Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting) Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl) Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting) Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na Na na na na na (I might stunt on my Ghetts on my new ting) Na na na na na (I was on the bus with my old girl) Na na na na na (And now I’m in a Benz with my new ting) Na na na na na, na-na na na na na na