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St. Patrick's

Lyrics of St. Patrick's by Central Cee

Intro

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M., get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y′all

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M., get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Chorus

Cash rules everythin′ around me

I'm about the green, like today's St. Patrick′s

Bro got the pack in the mail, he′s trackin'

Gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick

Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting

So we get bands and spend it on

Chorus

She don′t wanna fuck me on the first date

Then get out of here 'cause I need me a ratchet

I′m on a roll, I just hit two hoes, that's one more goal and I got me a hat trick

Take man′s sweet one Robbins-Baskin

Posted up like where are the gyaldem?

Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin'

Who's outside? That′s me and the mandem

Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thankin′?

Verse

Step in the club, let me see wagwan

I'm tryna go yard with somebody′s daughter

These American girls keep laughin' any time I say, "Bottle of water"

She don′t wanna pay for her BBL herself, she's lookin′ for someone to sponsor

Put the Lambo' truck in Corsa, of course I remember the Vauxhall Astra

Break her back like chiropractor, slapped it, makin' her eyes roll back

Her waist so thin and her thighs all fat, take hits in the gym, but she lipo that

Don′t call me and talk ′bout crime, I'm prang, I keep on thinkin′ my iPhone's tapped

I′m grateful that I get by off rap, but I'm not gonna lie, I don′t mind the trap

Chorus

Cash rules everythin' around me

I'm about the green, like today′s St. Patrick′s

Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin′

Gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick

Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting

So we get bands and spend it on

Chorus

She don't wanna fuck me on the first date

Then get out of here ′cause I need me a ratchet

I'm on a roll, I just hit two hoes, that′s one more goal and I got me a hat trick

Take man's sweet one Robbins-Baskin

Posted up like where are the gyaldem?

Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin'

Who′s outside? That′s me and the mandem

Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thankin'?

Verse

After the show, go home, don′t trust these hoes, I ain't tryna have groupie sex

My bro got pounds in the UPS, do eight reps, then move to the next

Don′t put down the weight, do supersets, on campus, with the excluded kids

I'm sellin′ the uni students ket', I'm ringin′ my bro, let′s two-man step

Put on your chains and let's have a dance off

Karma′s something you just can't run from

Verse

How did you go on a glide with a drop and flop it?

Broski, you only had one job, uh

I knew he was broke when mum went to Sports Direct and got me the Dunlop′s

Next thing you know, she's like, "Where′s my son gone?"

I'm in the trap house, gettin' my funds up

Chorus

Cash rules everythin′ around me

I′m about the green, like today's St. Patrick′s

Bro got the pack in the mail, he's trackin′

Gassed as soon as it lands in Gatwick

Beef goes hand in hand with the rap ting

So we get bands and spend it on

Chorus

She don't wanna fuck me on the first date

Then get out of here ′cause I need me a ratchet

I'm on a roll, I just hit two hoes, that's one more goal and I got me a hat trick

Take man′s sweet one Robbins-Baskin

Posted up like where are the gyaldem?

Blacked out Canada Goose, all matchin′

Who's outside? That′s me and the mandem

Fuck the award ceremony speech, I done it myself, so who am I thankin'?

Outro

Ahh, you know, I′m not really a newcomer though

But I'ma accept it nevertheless