Burning - Pete & Bas

Knocking them down, knockin them back, boys on the walkways on the flats

I’ve got the court case under wraps, we put the pork pies on the map

That’s a fact, and I eat pigs in bacon

Yeah, yeah, then I play cards in the basement

Boots up, doors down, run 'em out, four down

What’s that?

Mine now, one bing, six rounds

Shut up, sit down, hat tipped down for the cameras

Whip back round for the boys

Cash in the mattress

Gold chains on the chest hair, take the big bills leave the rest there

They come around I don’t get scared, on the front lawn in a deck chair

Suit pressed, clean cut, off shore for that cheap stuff

Newspaper, feet up, bag of sand in that beach hut

Recipes, batches, powders, waxes, cash in hand no taxes

Kerosene, matches, burn down factories, big boy tactics

Money man, sterling, all this money I’m earning

Burning, burning, all this money I’m earning

All this money I’m earning, burning, burning, all this money I’m earning

All this money I’m earning, burning, burning, all this money I’m earning

Wrap the car round a lamp post, get the bus back for that lamb roast

I got big bills, I don’t count notes, got a couple mil for that Van Gogh

Off road in the Land Rover, 65 in that 40, gloves off for the hand over

(Pete: Money in the bag)

Money in the bag, money in the van, money in the hold all, money in the hand

Money on the wrist, money on the chest, money on the pinkie, money in the nest

No name no pack drill, packs in vac-seal

Big bricks and a hammer in a satchel

(Both) And I got money in the baaaaag

All this money I’m earning, burning, burning, all this money I’m earning

All this money I’m earning, burning, burning, all this money I’m earning