LONDON

BIA, J. Cole

I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall (yeah) Shop at the store, shop in the, ah, ah (yeah) (Aziz, Aziz) Buss BIA, BIA, yeah I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall Shop at the Prada, shop at the store Shoppin' to drop, let's stop in Dior (ah, ah) Louis Vuitton cover my toes Throw on my trousers, look at my Ricks These are my tennis, look at my shoes (look at my shoes) Chrome Hearts socks and sandals Mans outside in Crocs in shambles (damn) Please quick talk, no ramble Soon as they send their bread, I cancel Ooh (ah, ah), I like to tango, twistin' and tangle Testin' the angles (grrah) Up in the bank though, I got the same goals You with the same hoes, I like the bankroll (boo-boo-boo-boo) Pricey, pricey, pricey He wanna fuck 'cause I'm icy (ah, ah) He never met no one like me It's pretty funny how now they all like me, innit? This ain't rented (skrrt) Straight from the plane I boarded Maybe you can't afford it I'm with my dawgs and we out in Shoreditch Shoreditch, Shoreditch, Shoreditch You got shortage on your funds And I got a long clip on my guns, hm (grrah) Sounds like fun I got no shortage, I'm no bum Reach for my pearls and you're done Reach for the purses (grrah) (It's big bankroll, bitch) Wearing designer, I'm in the future I got a future, I'm in a new truck I'm in the booth, yeah, drinkin' kombucha Singin' with Smiley, speak of me highly Tryna go Kylie, I wake up finely Suffer in silence, wakin' up violent Checkin' the finance, choosin' the finest That's the environment, I'm 'bout to time it (grrah) I got the Timex AP, ooh, I'm checkin' my timin', ooh (ah, ah) Cleanin' my watch, cleanin' it up (ah, ah, ah) Gettin' my job, I got a job (grrah) Kick game, kick game, kick game, Jumpman Nike, Nike (cash), very good check, they like me (cash) Mans tell me he like me He wanna fuck me, very likely (yes, haha) Can't even honor it, man (I think that's true, I think that's true) (BIA, BIA) yeah I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall Shop at the Prada, shop at the store Shoppin' to drop, let's stop in Dior (ah, ah) Louis Vuitton cover my toes Throw on my trousers, look at my Ricks These are my tennis, look at my shoes (look at my shoes) Chrome Hearts socks and sandals Mans outside in Crocs in shambles (damn) Please quick talk, no ramble Soon as they send their bread, I cancel Ooh (ah, ah), I like to tango, twistin' and tangle Testin' the angles (grrah) Up in the bank though, I got the same goals (they absolutely adore me in London) You with the same hoes, I like the bankroll Uh, plane just landed Heathrow, hop off the G4 standard We see a opp, it's G-code We blow his top, now he's volcanic Please don't panic over my lingo Both of my feet so planted Gold weddin' ring on my finger But yet I'm still killin' 'em single-handed Drum on the gun like I'm Ringo I'm in this bitch with no chain like I'm Django We from the ends where they know that they can't go She go both ways, so I'm tastin' the rainbow, ha Yummy, they got no more bread, they're crummy The same way that Melo was starin' at Rih is the way that I stare at the money I'm ready to risk it all if I lift it, bet I won't miss it, you a statistic Thought shit was sweet 'til we popped up and popped off the top of your Mistic I go ballistic Hopped out the drop, got the drop on an opp, now I'm opportunistic I like to shop in the District Coppin' this, coppin' that, I'm proper capitalistic, uh Dreamer, Dreamer, runnin' the game in my signature trainers Balenciaga for joggers, I might just wear Crocs at the O2 arena, splendid Got no limits Should have a tank on my pendent Blokes goin' broke tryna keep up with Cole, but make it back soon as I spend it Maybach tinted, "Excuse me sir, but ain't that rented?" I'm offended, straight cash for my Benzes, we don't pay back interest Aim at fences when I swing Pay respects and kiss my king Even Elizabeth said I'm king (well, he's bloody well right, isn't he? Haha) Why would I choose between this one or that one when I know that I can have both? I laugh at these rappers for cappin', I guess T.I.P. ain't the only one out here with jokes Mans don't want smoke I just don't understand I don't even think they should be allowed to breathe the same air as him if you ask me I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall Shop at the Prada, shop at the store Shoppin' to drop, let's stop in Dior (ah) (stop in Dior)

Written by: Abdul Aziz Dieng, Bianca Landrau, Jermaine Cole, Jon Glass, Timothy John NihanLyrics © The Administration MP, Inc., CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust AveLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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