Goodfella

(Nine, one) I ain't saying I'm a goodfella Lord knows I ain't squeaky clean New car, I'm a superstar And I ain't get it with the money from the cash machine I got bands in the basement A couple more in the neighbour's house And if a man tries taking He's getting hit with a click-click-pow! Five gold rings on the fingers Two gold chains on the chest hair This one's for me weekend drinkers We're 'bout to get folded, deckchair Three-piece suit and a tit-for-tat Burberry silk on the neckwear Fill another pint and I knock that back Thе party don't start till we get therе Ease up, come and have a knees-up Rounds on me for the birds and the geezers Friday night and I'm calling it in Don't stop till it's Sunday (Jesus!) Lord almighty, the bird looks mighty fine And I might just slip her this Richard Milli' on the wrist, got time for the girl Quick dinner and a date at the local pictures Picture this I'm sitting in a booth with about four birds to me left-hand side Shots of the gold tequila I'ma knock that back with a pinch of the salt and lime No need to rush I got Martin sitting in the Range and he's parked outside Knocked into a bloke at the bar and he spilled my drink But I laughed and I let that slide No time for the drama (Yeah) Busy with the girls, I'm a charmer Looking all trim, came straight from the barber Somebody pass me the lager (Ooh) Shoes on the feet, they're shining Smoking suit with a silk-cut lining How can a female resist Bas when he floods his neck with the diamonds? I ain't saying I'm a goodfella Lord knows I ain't squeaky clean New car, I'm a superstar And I ain't get it with the money from the cash machine I got bands in the basement A couple more in the neighbour's house And if a man tries taking He's getting hit with a click-click-pow! Let me talk my shit (Yeah) Brand new rims on a brand new whip (Yeah) Brand new chain on a brand new chick With a brand new rose gold piece on her wrist (Oh yeah) I'm a fire-starter (Yeah) I'm a twisted fire-starter Hot step, set fire to the dance I make 'em jump up, baby, how's your father? (Woo) I'm an English bulldog (Yeah) Best grab 'em when I yank them jewels off Big man with a sanded-sawn-off Best get down when I bang them tools off Bow! Come on, then, shake a leg This one'll make you bang your head Back then, I could've lost meself But then I picked me feet up and I danced again Both hands on the hips of the bird in front While I move like a locomotive I'm fresh like a bunch of roses No stress when I roll the foliage Blow trees in the back of the big Winnebago, sippin' on a pina colada Mi casa es tu casa Kick off your shoes, come on, puff on this Havana I'm smooth with it, just watch me I'm moving it, can't stop me I'm losing it on this broccoli Come on, have a dance with an old-school Cockney In the country house I got a chef and a cook and a cleaner, my, oh, my Well, why, oh, why should I lift a finger When I work for the finest life? I ain't saying I'm a goodfella Lord knows I ain't squeaky clean New car, I'm a superstar And I ain't get it with the money from the cash machine I got bands in the basement A couple more in the neighbour's house And if a man tries taking He's getting hit with that click-click-pow!