No Less - Tinchy Stryder

I’ve got my money, I’ve got my toys

I’m feeling like ooh

I’ve got my lady, I’ve got my boys

We’re feeling like ooh

So fuck all that, so fuck all that

Forget all that (forget them)

So fuck all that, so fuck all that

Forget all that

You see I’m VIP, I no ID, I

Backstage with dressing room with superstars

Then you got the funny guys

Full of shit, a bag of flies

Round me, they hover like

Amazing, it’s the one they might

Abuse, using the morning twice

See your cake and then want a slice

Wide mouth, supersized

Fake smile, super nice

Look them straight through the eyes

I won’t crack and that’s on my life

We’re blessed, holy Christ

Faced a couple strong ties

Let the fire burn, it never dies

Box fresh, Cloud 9, no less

I’ve got my money, I’ve got my toys

I’m feeling like ooh

I’ve got my lady, I’ve got my boys

We’re feeling like ooh

So fuck all that, so fuck all that

Forget all that (forget them)

So fuck all that, so fuck all that

Forget all that

They’re asking where you been?

Haven’t heard you, it’s been a while

What’s your timeline?

Cause bredrin, this might take a while

Different breed, different style

I remain that golden child

wild

And I’ve got that cheeky smile

Torching on a few cases

Fuck them, they’ve got two faces

This is when the mood changes

Stone cold, blue faces

Know you were hoping I was done

Saying I’ve gone quiet

Well, I’ve never heard you once

I’m cool, I hold my tongue

They’re putting on a front

Who’s talking up behind my back?

Put 'em to the front

Got my lane, they went left

Raining down on a hot mess

Super cool, box fresh

Cloud 9, no less

I’ve got my money, I’ve got my toys

I’m feeling like ooh

I’ve got my lady, I’ve got my boys

We’re feeling like ooh

So fuck all that, so fuck all that

Forget all that (forget them)

So fuck all that, so fuck all that

Forget all that