Composer : Scott Styles/Joseph Junior Adenuga/Krzysztof Nowakowski
Done it again, half past 10, just made me a 10
They ain’t got out of bed
Hand ting there but it ran it out of lead
One call, make broski blam out your head
We’re the ones putting on west, not them
They got more money than sense
Sweet one giving me stress
I ain’t giving her sex, I’m handling biz
Bitch wanna suck now I got success
What about when I slept on a small bunk bed?
Now it’s king size mattresses, I’m a king
I might send out a hit and off with their head
I’m a bad man but I **** good girls
That ain’t gonna accept if I offer them bread
Turn girls down, I don’t wanna home wreck
When their man's away they start hollering Cench
Bad b***h go back to your man
I won’t treat you better like Shawn Mendes
Don’t get ahead of yourself and askfor my government name
Bae call me Cench
She thought she was boujie until I came in the room
And she got no decorum left
If bro does back out the ramz and swing
You best hope it don’t get caught in flesh
Pulled up to the club around half past (10)
How many vibes I pull up with? (10)
How many of the guys I pull up with? (10)
We the ones putting on the city not them
This girl said that I look like money
Told her that I don’t fold or bend
Every year I’m in the UK Top 3
Talk about world wide then we’re in the Top 10
What'd you know about hard work?
Tell me what you know about M's?
When you really come from the ends
And the fooling around gotta come to an end
At this point I need no new friends
All I need is a wifey to keep me warm
Pretty face girl with beautiful lips
And she kinda look like she was drawn by Slawn
I don’t mean to taunt anyone but
We got the label working for us
This deal that I got ain’t a normal one
You had one hit, one tour and you’re done
Longevity, yeah, we already won
Consistency then you know man’s powers
And you don’t need flowers
When you know that you did your 10 thousand hours
Done it again, half past 10, just made me a 10
They ain’t got out of bed
Hand ting there but it ran it out of lead
One call, make broski blam out your head
We’re the ones putting on west, not them
They got more money than sense
Sweet one giving me stress
I ain’t giving her sex, I’m handling biz
Pulled up to the club around half past (10)
How many vibes I pull up with? (10)
How many of the guys I pull up with? (10)
We the ones putting on the city not them
This girl said that I look like money
Told her that I don’t fold or bend
Every year I’m in the UK Top 3
Talk about world wide then we’re in the Top 10
