Tinchy Stryder No Less Lyrics

[Hook]
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 f*ck all that, so f*ck all that
Forget all that (forget them)
So f*ck all that, so f*ck all that
Forget all that

[Verse 1: Tinchy]
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
[Hook]
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 f*ck all that, so f*ck all that
Forget all that (forget them)
So f*ck all that, so f*ck all that Forget all that

[Verse 2: Tinchy]
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
f*ck 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
[Hook]
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 f*ck all that, so f*ck all that
Forget all that (forget them)
So f*ck all that, so f*ck all that
Forget all that