Ten

(Beam me up Scotty) Done it again, half past ten Just made me a ten, they ain't got out of bed Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead One call, make broski blam out your head We-we're the ones puttin' on west, not them They got more money than sense Sweet one givin' me stress I ain't givin' her sex, I'm handlin' biz Bitch wanna suck now I got success What about when I slept on a small bunk bed? Now it's king-size mattresses, I'm a king I might send out a hit and off with their head I'm a bad man but I fuck good girls That ain't gonna accept if I offer them bread Turn girls down, I don't wanna homewreck When their man's away, they start hollerin' Cench Bad bitch, go back to your man I won't treat you better like Shawn Mendes Don't get ahead of yourself and ask for my government name, bae, call me Cench She thought she was bougie until I came in the room, and she got no decorum left If bro does back out the ramz and swing, you best hope it don't get caught in flesh (brr) Pulled up to the club around half past ten How many vibes I pull up with? Ten How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten We the ones puttin' on the city, not them (baow, baow, baow, baow) This girl said that I look like money Told her that I don't fold or bend (huh?) Every year I'm in the UK top three Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten What'd you know about hard work? Tell me, what you know about M's? When you really come from the ends And the foolin' around gotta come to an end At this point, I need no new friends All I need is a wifey to keep me warm (sure) Pretty face girl with beautiful lips She kind of look like she was drawn by Slawn I don't mean to taunt anyone But we got the label working for us This deal that I got ain't a normal one (nah) You had one hit, one tour, and you're done (huh?) Longevity, yeah, we already won Consistency, then you know man's powers And you don't need flowers When you know you did your ten thousand hours Done it again, half past ten Just made me a ten, they ain't got out of bed Hand ting there, but it ran it out of lead One call, make broski blam out your head We-we're the ones puttin' on west, not them They got more money than sense Sweet one givin' me stress I ain't givin' her sex, I'm handlin' biz (brr, brr) Pulled up to the club around half past ten How many vibes I pull up with? Ten How many of the guys I pull up with? Ten We the ones puttin' on the city, not them (baow, baow, baow, baow) This girl said that I look like money Told her that I don't fold or bend (huh?) Every year I'm in the UK top three Talk about worldwide, then we in the top ten