GTTB Lyrics – Chip

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[Intro: Chip]
This year, this year, this year, this year
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag

[Verse 1: Chip]
I know my parents proud of they son
Never bought gyal suttin I ain’t got my mum
Dad checks in like, “Son, how you doing?”
I’m still in the lab cah the vibes can’t done
See this pen I love talking about?
Pen that helped mumzy pay off her house
Said pen got me an Aqua at fifteen

That said pen got me a Rollie about
Yeah, time is money and money is time
Boy better know there is money in grime
Whoosh overseas, got a booking tonight
Sеnd that depo and lock in the flights
She wants my timе this evening
But I can’t pay bills with feelings
I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
Focused, back on my grind, spitting like

[Chorus: Chip]
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
Sleep when I’m dead, no time to relax
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
Book flights, see life, flex with the gang

[Verse 2: Aitch]
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
Footballer’s wage so I step with a WAG
Cockney gal said she ain’t been Manny
Babe, just head north, let me get you a map

I never bought no watch or a chain
First music money got spent on a gaff
Since then, I don’t like leaving the house
I’m stuck to the crib like my legs on a tag
Yo, wifey said all I talk is racks
Want it all in cash, I’m back to the grind
Bags in the booth, got bags in the boot
Made bags in my sleep, got bags in my eyes
Told our kid what’s mine is his
If you ain’t got a bag, you can have one of mine, straight
Shelly, I don’t sniff coke but I always wrapped up a line, spitting like

[Chorus: Chip]
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
Sleep when I’m dead, no time to relax
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
Book flights, see life, flex with the gang

[Verse 3: Chip]
Look, I don’t look trouble or start drama
No wahala, no bad karma
I seek nirvana, I’m cooler, calmer
New Bond Street LV store, Prada
Who got money and changed? Not me
I don’t love Wagyu like mum’s corned beef
Mario’s bro, they call Luigi
Shared little box room to a penthouse suite
All from a sixteen, bar of course
Let’s get high, I got a nine on the floor
Can’t let a lost cause lead me astray
I’ma leave taking shots to Jahnay
Work, man ah work, just tryna get paid
I’m tired, gyal just wanna get laid
Rent alone like a whole £5K
I got riddim fi mek cah bill haffi pay

[Chorus: Chip]
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
Sleep when I’m dead, no time to relax
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
This year, I just wan’ get to the bag
Book flights, see life, flex with the gang