Hitz (feat. Tinie Tempah) Songtext / Lyric

I make hitz, not the public
I tell the DJ what to play. Understand? I make hitz, not the public
I tell the DJ what to play. Understand? [Part 1]

Baa baa black sheep, rock star, rap G
Make enough dough to own a black card, that's deep
I've been getting really fucking friendly with banks man
And I don't mean Phil card or Hilary ya asking
Pappz hook me up in the vicinity and flash me
I'm the definition of definitive and catchy
The only thing that's bigger, quicker, slicker
More black up more up in London is a taxi
Bitch I'm so sick, I need a mother fucking vaccine
Pick your ring style like some other fucking fast weed
Centre of attention like a bank and a love son
Hey Steevie reaching for a flat screen
The only ever time I see you niggers on kisses is like
2 am or when you go to pucker up
Look 60 GM4 you need to buckle up
Or my women so soon or my women so nuts

[Part 2]

So what and uncut and no fucking edits
She won't even get a high if she made no fucking effort
And all you silly singers and you ring tone rappers
Like school dinner curries
Don't fucking get it
McCar is a lessa
Got a yard river terrace
She called me chauinistic
But can't even spell it
I don't wanna hear another nigga say your fly
If you ain't never been on business class under M
It's I'm a racket
I pretend I'm Dennis, I'm a menace
Call me Rob Patterson
Got a lot of niggas jealous
I'm mental, minted, a can of Dr Pepper
That's a tick, tick, tick, tick, boom to you fellas
It's so important your mighty Nigella
Ain't listening if her name ain't Remi or stella
Got a big bag of chips and Mary Poppin's umberella
'Cause we're 'bout to rain on them like London weather