S.a.s.

S.a.s. - A.T.M. (About That Money) lyrics

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Verse 1:

Mayhem:

Yooooo, the kid with the accent's back

Trust May, I must say he's a handsome chap

That went from selling grams to rap

Now I put up to the club, big wheels, chromy things attached

And I drink 'til the Henny gone

Name ring like the celly on

Cuz the waist linked to the semi arm

The way miss move her thong when she twerkin' is bizerkin'

She gettin' drawn like a curtain

She like cor blimey, Mayhem your grimey

Cuz even when I'm up in the sheets the .4's by me

Diamonds up the piece it's all shiny

Still without a backstage pass the whores find me

And they know who the man be

Ice grill on the watch, the chain looking angry

Drop the coupe, I'm hardly mackin'

Now La Kid knock more boots than Charlie Chaplin



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S.A.S.:

This is for all of my G's (all of my G's)

All about money, they ballin' with cheese (ballin' with cheese)

Where ever we go we rolling them trees

And rip shows, get dough, get low, then we breeze

(Repeat)



Verse 2

Mega:

Yooooo, they love how I'm speaking

This bangs in the club like Bloods when they beefing

It's the drugs that I'm chiefing, bub's got me wheezing

I keep it gritty from Finchley to thugs up in Neasden

Wrist glist, great charm, big whip, Range long

See me on the strip wit' them Slick Rick chains on

Yooooo, oi u got the name wrong

When I spit it distinguished and English in the same song

This is the remedy, all the chickens befriending me

Mega diss her while bredders lick her like Hennesy

She up for going down like a see-saw

We da men dem dat the gal dem fiend for

Tint my ride, put rims on side

And I won't need Xzibit and them to pimp my ride

See the Dips poppin' them snubs, they walkin' with heaters

When lickin' shots in the club and I ain't talking tequila, mira



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Verse 3

S.A.S.:

Mayhem:

Ball in the Lex, ah man they all wanna sex

What you thought we was posh like Victoria Becks (No)

I smut chicks cuz at this pimp game

May La Kid is undisputed like Snipes and Ving Rhames

The lead spark it, give you a head target

Walk up in the club, they roll out the red carpet

Like goddammit it's dem, bandanas and gems

Mega, Killa, Santana and Jim, oh and me

Mega:

I came in the exit, my name, yeah you guessed it

I ain't playin', I'm saying my names on the guest list

I got models and my face on some next shit

I just pop bottles and liase with the best chicks

Sippin' Don, let's get it on, where I'm at

DJ's play this, they drop bombs like Iraq

Stuntin' its nuttin', you pretty, we provide that

Plus the weed we bunnin' is sticky like a fly trap



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