Текст песни More Money And Long Lives - Jonny Grove

Yeah
I got dreams of buying me a Beemer or maybe even a Benz
I'm chasing new money I don't need new friends
I ain't from the UK but mans on the ends
Of greatness
Will I ever make it
I don't really know but I'm tryna stay patient
All I know is that I'm not dying working a day shift
But God's listening so let me not say shit
But man at the same time fuck being gracious
I'm way too fly to be living so basic
It's fire in the whip when the rhymes start blazing
And fire what I whip I should go and get an apron while I'm cooking
Like Jamie Oliver
I am never sparring ya
I'm worried 'bout the money you worried about your followers
I saw your main bitch I had to go and follow her
Cause word on the street she a well known swallower
Of knowledge
She's heading off to college
Get yo mind out the gutter cause you getting off the topic
You focused on the beef and I'm focused on the beats
Tryna see it all through and really go make a profit, stop it

I'm really making a killing
Fuck raising the ceiling I'm fucking blazing the building
I know niggas that forgot about the music and the vision.
And went to go and make them a living
It's me I'm niggas
I'mma squeeze my triggers
If anybody gets in the way of me and my figures
They gon' see five fingers in the form of a red mark
I'm giving everybody a headstart
Five, four, three, two, one now I'm back on the scene
Attacking the seen, don't ever think of challenging me
Who else you know drops bars so effortlessly
And still manages to slide on the beat, I'm listening
I'mma get the Patek Phillipe, the left glistening
Then I'mma get the Cartier bracelet, the right drizzling
A pool full of money and women is my vision
And biannually visiting the Caribbeans
That's on the bucket
Right under having to never stick to a budget
On some if I like it I get it my nigga fuck it
When I get that Roc-a-fella chain on JAY-HOVA I promise I won't tuck it
Yeah, big dreams for a small man
But you're only as small as your smallest plan
In that case I'm Yao Ming to Van Damme
That's seven six to five ten just so you know
Honestly I could go 'til I'm comatose
Cause I forget when to stop then I overflow
I'm not human you're listening the Holy Ghost
I really start blackin' when I step into the studio
But forget about that in the meantime
Cause it's time to kick back and recline
I ain't bringing up your favourite rapper's decline
That's just something you'll eventually have to realise
I'd rather raise a toast to the Devine
To old friends and new times
To great food and sweet wine
And to more money and long lives