I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall (yeah)
Shop at the store, shop in the, ah, ah (yeah)
(Aziz, Aziz) Buss
BIA, BIA, yeah

I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall
Shop at the Prada, shop at the store
Shoppin' to drop, let's stop in Dior (ah, ah)
Louis Vuitton cover my toes
Throw on my trousers, look at my Ricks
These are my tennis, look at my shoes (look at my shoes)
Chrome Hearts socks and sandals
Mans outside in Crocs in shambles (damn)
Please quick talk, no ramble
Soon as they send their bread, I cancel
Ooh (ah, ah), I like to tango, twistin' and tangle
Testin' the angles (grrah)
Up in the bank though, I got the same goals
You with the same hoes, I like the bankroll (boo-boo-boo-boo)

Pricey, pricey, pricey
He wanna fuck 'cause I'm icy (ah, ah)
He never met no one like me
It's pretty funny how now they all like me, innit?
This ain't rented (skrrt)
Straight from the plane I boarded
Maybe you can't afford it
I'm with my dawgs and we out in Shoreditch
Shoreditch, Shoreditch, Shoreditch
You got shortage on your funds
And I got a long clip on my guns, hm (grrah)
Sounds like fun
I got no shortage, I'm no bum
Reach for my pearls and you're done
Reach for the purses (grrah)
(It's big bankroll, bitch)
Wearing designer, I'm in the future
I got a future, I'm in a new truck
I'm in the booth, yeah, drinkin' kombucha
Singin' with Smiley, speak of me highly
Tryna go Kylie, I wake up finely
Suffer in silence, wakin' up violent
Checkin' the finance, choosin' the finest
That's the environment, I'm 'bout to time it (grrah)
I got the Timex
AP, ooh, I'm checkin' my timin', ooh (ah, ah)
Cleanin' my watch, cleanin' it up (ah, ah, ah)
Gettin' my job, I got a job (grrah)
Kick game, kick game, kick game, Jumpman
Nike, Nike (cash), very good check, they like me (cash)
Mans tell me he like me
He wanna fuck me, very likely (yes, haha)
Can't even honor it, man (I think that's true, I think that's true)
(BIA, BIA) yeah

I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall
Shop at the Prada, shop at the store
Shoppin' to drop, let's stop in Dior (ah, ah)
Louis Vuitton cover my toes
Throw on my trousers, look at my Ricks
These are my tennis, look at my shoes (look at my shoes)
Chrome Hearts socks and sandals
Mans outside in Crocs in shambles (damn)
Please quick talk, no ramble
Soon as they send their bread, I cancel
Ooh (ah, ah), I like to tango, twistin' and tangle
Testin' the angles (grrah)
Up in the bank though, I got the same goals (they absolutely adore me in London)
You with the same hoes, I like the bankroll

Uh, plane just landed
Heathrow, hop off the G4 standard
We see a opp, it's G-code
We blow his top, now he's volcanic
Please don't panic over my lingo
Both of my feet so planted
Gold weddin' ring on my finger
But yet I'm still killin' 'em single-handed
Drum on the gun like I'm Ringo
I'm in this bitch with no chain like I'm Django
We from the ends where they know that they can't go
She go both ways, so I'm tastin' the rainbow, ha
Yummy, they got no more bread, they're crummy
The same way that Melo was starin' at Rih is the way that I stare at the money
I'm ready to risk it all if I lift it, bet I won't miss it, you a statistic
Thought shit was sweet 'til we popped up and popped off the top of your Mistic
I go ballistic
Hopped out the drop, got the drop on an opp, now I'm opportunistic
I like to shop in the District
Coppin' this, coppin' that, I'm proper capitalistic, uh
Dreamer, Dreamer, runnin' the game in my signature trainers
Balenciaga for joggers, I might just wear Crocs at the O2 arena, splendid
Got no limits
Should have a tank on my pendent
Blokes goin' broke tryna keep up with Cole, but make it back soon as I spend it
Maybach tinted, "Excuse me sir, but ain't that rented?"
I'm offended, straight cash for my Benzes, we don't pay back interest
Aim at fences when I swing
Pay respects and kiss my king
Even Elizabeth said I'm king (well, he's bloody well right, isn't he? Haha)
Why would I choose between this one or that one when I know that I can have both?
I laugh at these rappers for cappin', I guess T.I.P. ain't the only one out here with jokes
Mans don't want smoke

I just don't understand
I don't even think they should be allowed to breathe the same air as him if you ask me
I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall
Shop at the Prada, shop at the store
Shoppin' to drop, let's stop in Dior (ah) (stop in Dior) Writer/s: Abdul Aziz Dieng, Bianca Landrau, Jermaine Cole, Jon Glass, Timothy John Nihan
Publisher: CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, The Administration MP, Inc.
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