Headie One, Skrillex, AJ Tracey and BEAM - Make a W

Dollars, dollars, dollars, dollars

Dollars over pleasure, don't you know?
Love is more than passion, don't you know? (Suh, suh)
Chopper to my chopper, this act, ah, don't you know? (Yeah)
It get dark when everything pop off, you don't know? (Uh, uh)

You ever sat there looking at a bird? You were thinkin', "I should've, would've, could've"
Before I ever got me a chef, that's a goodas
I was on an opp block with the cookers (baow)
My young boy going west for the hammers (baow), he's coming like Kudus (turn)
All he wanna do is leave with a somethin' (yeah), he just wanna do it like Dudus
Where would I be in this life of sin?
If this music never took off (where would I be?)
Would still be in the field with a cane like Müller
Probably find myself in Woodhill sat in jail where the time's all stood still
(Suh, suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)

I got niggas sitting down feelin' like they were too real for themselves
Thinkin' why they gotta do this to themselves
Thinkin' now they gotta do this or themselves
But we can make a W from two L's
They'll tell you they love you, love yourself (suh-suh-suh-suh, suh)
Money, power and wealth, who can I trust when I can't trust myself?

(Dollars, dollars, dollars, dollars)
Dollars over pleasure, don't you know? (Yeah)
Love is more than passion, don't you know? (Yeah)
Chopper to my chopper, this act, ah, don't you know? (Suh)
It get dark when everything pop off, you don't know? (Ooh, ah)

So when bad man there don't talk (no)
Kuda east, west, north and south
Money moves, this boss get part
Dem a fi all line dem with chalk
AK, M4, dem park
'Cause pa di ghost, dem bomboclaat

Yeah (suh), yeah (Trace-o)
Before garage in Ladbroke Grove (yeah) I was in the T with the stove (bling)
Tryna turn powder into stones (grah) and make diamonds brighten like Hov (glee)
I got friends sitting down for a sec that roll with a dog and they still don't pet (shit)
All this money came out of the blue and it could go, so I'm tryna save this cheque (facts)
Still step with a well-known hazard (facts) 'cah we weren't raised in Eden (yeah)
Plug lied sayin' he could bring stock home, now there's no work, so we cross like Sweden (no)
I did wrong for a righteous reason, (fact) kept faith
Never been no heathen (heathen, heathen, heathen, heathen suh-suh-suh-suh)

I got niggas sitting down feelin' like they were too real for themselves
Thinkin' why they gotta do this to themselves
Thinkin' now they gotta do this or themselves
But we can make a W from two L's
They'll tell you they love you, love yourself
Money, power and wealth, who can I trust when I can't trust myself?

(Dollars, dollars, dollars, dollars)
Dollars over pleasure, don't you know? (Suh)
Love is more than passion, don't you know? (Yeah)
Chopper to my chopper, this act, ah, don't you know? (Suh)
It get dark when everything pop off, you don't know?

So when bad man there don't talk (no)
Kuda east, west, north and south
Money moves, this boss get part (yeah)
Dem a fi all line dem with chalk
AK, M4, dem park
'Cause pa di ghost, dem bomboclaat (suh, suh-suh-suh-suh)

Dollars, is all for pleasure, don't you know?
Love is more than passion, don't you know?
Chopper to my chopper, this act, ah, don't you know?
It get dark when everything pop off, don't you know?
Who can I trust when I can't trust myself?

I feel a bit helpless
But, fuck it, man
You know I always say there's some things you can't control in life
You know
What is the point?

Written by:
Irving Ampofo Adjei, Che Wolton Grant, Tyshane Thompson, Sonny John Moore

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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