Merky ACE, Capo Lee - Bill up lyrics

Nah, nah, nah, nah, line
Get bill up, that spliff
𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩
𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯
(Aye, Capo, trust me) 𝘓𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨
(𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) Line, get bill up
'cah bill up nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩
𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯
(Aye, Capo, trust me) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘎𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘨
(Fuck that, listen, yo) Lying, get bill up
'cah bill up

Yeah, come around, nigga's know, I'm the one
Ain't got chipped, ain't got rid, I don't bun
I don't hide, I don't snitch, I don't run
I got bars, make you bounce, to the drum
Couple bangers, I'll be gone, in a sec
I got London, in my heart, and I rep
Fuck around, and it's karma, that you'll get
Huh? Raving, with your money, you're a myth
I ain't about this
Sprint to the top and I'm
Out here for guidance
Chasing the money for the
Crown and the highness
Clash of the pagans, no we ain't righteous
Still trap hard for thе madders to writers
When it comеs to raves and
The games provide us
When it comes to raves and
The game won't mind us
When I touch mic it's all - yeah, not hypers
I thought, you trap, for a living
So why you dodging, these boxers, like Floyd?
You make line, off the food, now I'm 'nnoyed
In a trap, you're no longer, employed
Talk, 'bout youngers, in the states
You're a clown, with control, over your mates
Lying, get bill up, like Gates
I said, lying, get bill up, like gates

Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩
𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯
(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up
Like Goldberg
(𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱
'𝘤𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱

Yeah rap bars, but grime, you don't do
We got our lives, on the line, for the move
Said you did, but you don't, have a clue
Getting gassed, 'cause your fans
Think you do
So many garbs, always, they're my favourite
Chicken burger, no lettuce
Any barbecue wings
They're favourite, Amsterdam sensia
I was their favourite
That park's my favourite
Grams on my ankles achin'
Still out here man think that I'm ganking
'Cause, I just splashed, but I earned that
Statement
New kid, signed at a station, and went court
Your P's in a basin g, you're a snitch
I do grime, but I still, ain't rich
'Cause, I didn't, get no, inheritance
It was me, with a pagan, behind tints
Now I'm out, on my ones, got the link
If I get it, for you, there's a drink
Social ting, behind, the sink
Lying, get bill up, like Clint

Nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩
𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯
(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up
Like Goldberg
(𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱
'𝘤𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱 nah, nah, nah, nah, lying
Get bill up, that spliff
𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩, 𝘯𝘢𝘩
𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐𝘢𝘯
(Aye, Capo, trust me) Lying, get bill up
Like Goldberg
(𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰) 𝘓𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱
'𝘤𝘢𝘩 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘶𝘱