Money Spree - 67, Dimzy, LD

Got peng tings throwing up 6

All the fans in the crowd all throwing up 6

We still trap, we still bruck down a brick

Invest in loads of sticks

Music money, that shit’s piling

We make racks off all these hits

All my 60s get money, racks in the bank

Notes and coins and tings

Got peng tings throwing up 6

All the fans in the crowd all throwing up 6

We still trap, we still bruck down a brick

Invest in loads of sticks

Music money, that shit’s piling

We make racks off all these hits

All my 60s get money, racks in the bank

Notes and coins and tings

Have the crowd in Bristol

Throwing up 6 and that

Fans show love so we show them back

67, we lurk on the map

Won a Rated Award

Now we’re tryna bring our MOBOs back

Best Newcomer, keep voting that

Came a long way, yeah, you know like that?

I’m on

So mind how approaching man

And I still skeng man for my 60s gang

Sticks and that

Push corn in clips and that

Big skeng, watch it go click-clack

Then go bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

It’s mad

Girls just wanna have fun

I just wanna have fun too

Peng tings screaming out gang

They know that we drill and we trap too

Left the opps dem fucked

Come like the girls that we run through

I was doing road with bro

And still brucking down bricks like kung fu

Drillers, on drilling

Known in the UK like shillings

Still trap out the block with the minions

Had the 25 shot on my waist

I weren’t looking for normal civilians

I just saw me a opp and picked him

Turned a suspect to a victim

When the Luger nine ripped him

67, the family

67, the gang

Booked out shows and get them bands

And we got cats fiending for smack

Let me take it way back

We was baking off in the trap

Hella skengs in the room

Smoking weed like it’s cazh

25 in that MAC

Opps best pray to God they don’t lack

Loads of love from the fans

Crowds in the club move mad

White girls see me, their skin turns red

They say that «your music’s fab»

All my brodies flip work

Free my savage hittas in the can

Shake it, shake it

Big batty, girl, shake it

Two bricks of ammi and man break it

I’m juuging, juuging till I make it

Free my bros locked, I can’t take it

Big guns, they ain’t in the basement

44 alone, you can’t take it

Know but I’m bait, I can’t face it

Still gang gang, I can’t change it

Remember days locked up on basic

67, we drillers

My niggas mash work on the pavement

25 with the cowboy

Man ain’t really tryna graze him

Man ain’t tryna talk to a fed

Nah, I ain’t writing no statement

I put food on scales

And I make music sales

I get love from the brown skin girls

Love from the white and Asian girls

We’re the most hated opps

All the pagan girls wanna lurk as well

Really, it’s authentic

'Nuff times we pulled up two Ls

Spinner, bands in it, 12s

This corn will take you out of this world

50 shots in that mop

This mop will clean the scene very well

Feds want me in jail

They want me rotting off in them cells

Still making my sales

They’re pissed we’re making history as well

Got peng tings throwing up 6

All the fans in the crowd all throwing up 6

We still trap, we still bruck down a brick

Invest in loads of sticks

Music money, that shit’s piling

We make racks off all these hits

All my 60s get money, racks in the bank

Notes and coins and tings

Got peng tings throwing up 6

All the fans in the crowd all throwing up 6

We still trap, we still bruck down a brick

Invest in loads of sticks

Music money, that shit’s piling

We make racks off all these hits

All my 60s get money, racks in the bank

Notes and coins and tings