Molly lyrics

[Intro]
(Strikes in the mix)
(Ghosty)
(I love Chris Rich)

[Chorus]
Gyal wan' come round here, them boy round there too bummy and we get money
Them man broke as a joke, it's not even funny
Can't answer the phone, I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried
Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back, I just seen your missed call, I'm sorry
Put my mum through too much drama (My bad), maybe I shoulda went colly
Too much time in the trap, but now, when I shop, I fill that trolley
On the field, I do it like Costa, get that assist, I hit that volley
I'm the reason the party tun, I was the one givin' out Molly

[Verse 1]
All this label talk is drainin', got A&Rs acting friendly
Tryna get me to sign these papers (Okay), man said 21 with a mill (Swear)
I need the same deal as Aitch's
What the f*ck do you mean 'bout "twenty bags"? I spent that sh*t on trainers
What the f*ck do you mean 'bout "a hundred bags"? Huh? Take your pen back
Why you talking sh*t? I'm not dissin' DBE blud, I'm ratin' dem man (Haha)
I'm just not really ratin' the followin' ting goin' on right now, I'm a leader
Can't lie, it's 'bout time that they took me in, spend 'bout 5 years in the T house
But, the hard work pays off, nah, I can't take days off
Lotta man got things to say, remember, the talk don't cost
I got what the rappers got, I don't even rap a lot
Too clean, I'm immaculate, you wouldn't think I'm in the trap a lot (Haha, anyway, hear this)
Balls deep in a b*tch, I'm all in, no bowling, free yard, who's rolling?
Who's that wida back, wait, hold on, mandem way in the back just scoping (Who's that?)
She's liking my recent posts, send that postcode, I'm roastin'
All I do is make money, I'm boring, somethin' popped up, now I'm just postponin'
[Chorus]
Gyal wan' come round here, them boy round there too bummy and we get money
Them man broke as a joke, it's not even funny
Can't answer the phone, I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried
Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back, I just seen your missed call, I'm sorry
Put my mum through too much drama (My bad), maybe I shoulda went colly
Too much time in the trap, but now, when I shop, I fill that trolley
On the field, I do it like Costa, get that assist, I hit that volley
I'm the reason the party tun, I was the one givin' out Molly

[Verse 2]
I'm the reason the party lit, tryna squeeze four tings in the whip at Lib
She bad, gonna shake that back for the vid, bad b*tch gonna make that trip for the kid
Cute one in the hood like Rich, bougie one in SW6
See the camera flash, no wait, cover my face, I don't wanna be in your pics
Didn't show that ho no love, now she wanna set me up
All 'cause I f*cked and ducked, didn't call her back, now she wanna see man get touched
The life I live's all nuts, think I'm mad, you should meet my pops
Ain't been with the gang as much, one up in the cut with the grub, no fuss

[Chorus]
Gyal wan' come round here, them boy round there too bummy and we get money
Them man broke as a joke, it's not even funny
Can't answer the phone, I'm with my side ting, now my main ting worried
Jeet and skeet, I'ma call right back, I just seen your missed call, I'm sorry
Put my mum through too much drama (My bad), maybe I shoulda went colly
Too much time in the trap, but now, when I shop, I fill that trolley
On the field, I do it like Costa, get that assist, I hit that volley
I'm the reason the party tun, I was the one givin' out Molly
[Outro]
I'm the reason the party lit, tryna squeeze four tings in the whip at Lib
I'm the reason the party lit, tryna squeeze four tings in the whip at Lib (I love Chris Rich)
(Ghosty)