Hey, yeah
Yeah, ah, yeah

I pull up in an Aston Martin, dawg, I don't want to be like you (no)
Tellin' it on my brother, your bitch will return by taxi (uh-uh)
Grew up on the streets with stones, you learn to overtake (ue-ueun)
She gives me wings, Aston Martin, Aston Martin (yeah)
I pull up in an Aston Martin (bang-bang), dawg, I don't want to be like you (yeah)
Tellin' it on my brother, your bitch will return by taxi (okay)
Grew up on the streets with stones, you learn to overtake (ueun)
She gives me wings, Aston Martin, Aston Martin

Hey (yeah)
I land in London, I was listening to some London beats (London)
Truth without a condom, none of my friends know good manners (hey-hey)
Macaroni, you're loose, to not return with a hole I removed (bang-bang)
Where I grew up hate is the cheapest game in play (Milan)
It's not Audi or Lexus, Lexus (ueun), now that I make more money
And often lawyers and villains in verses are together in a turned off cellphone
More than one guy in S.O.S., won't blame him, her
To a brother not my K to the right, I buy a designer headpiece for each (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hey, old habits, new types (bang), the streets lack a leader
Houses lack a father, more diamonds on my wrist
Put fewer rings in the fight, dawg
I dream of the Aston Martin in the box
My wrist is cold, I'm in North London

I pull up in an Aston Martin, dawg, I don't want to be like you (no)
Tellin' it on my brother, your bitch will return by taxi (big bitch)
Grew up on the streets with stones, you learn to overtake (ue-ueun)
She gives me wings, Aston Martin, Aston Martin (bang-bang)
I pull up in an Aston Martin, dawg, I don't want to be like you
Tellin' it on my brother, your bitch will return by taxi
Grew up on the streets with stones, you learn to overtake
She gives me wings, Aston Martin, Aston Martin

Yeah, pull up on an Aston Martin (one)
Feelin' like I'm go-karting
Side by side, no parallel parking
It's just one drive out, one maximus
They say I'm a thug
Yeah, I play the field like I'm Verratti
Though it's anything green, get shh
I still eat shrimp, spinach
Push to start, we don't need no car key
My soldiers growing, they sliding
And it's like half part free
Shotgun longer than the great Cali
Dawgs trying to take over the throne
South coast, they got beef for the Marleys
Yeah, 'cause that shh got fried like onion bhajees

I pull up in an Aston Martin, dawg, I don't want to be like you (no)
Tellin' it on my brother, your bitch will return by taxi (big bitch)
Grew up on the streets with stones, you learn to overtake (ue-ueun)
She gives me wings, Aston Martin, Aston Martin (bang-bang)
I pull up in an Aston Martin, dawg, I don't want to be like you
Tellin' it on my brother, your bitch will return by taxi (okay)
Grew up on the streets with stones, you learn to overtake (ueun)
She gives me wings, Aston Martin, Aston Martin

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