Holy Moly Lyrics - Tinie Tempah

[Intro: G Frsh] 

Nah, come on T, man 

Not even chatting to these bruddas, man 

They're boys, man, baby boys 

Still got Oysters and that 

Not even oyster for petrols 

Time's different on their wrists 

[Chorus] 

Oh, my god, look at my Roley 

Look at my squad, like holy moly 

Oh, my god, look at my Roley 

Look at my squad 

[Verse 1] 

Yeah, fuck it, I'm a selfish prick 

Stacking I go getting rich 

Rocking YSL and shit 

You in the ghetto getting nicked 

Champagne glasses in the whip 

Moses told me that it's lit 

I've got makeup on my dick 

Holy cow, holy shit 

Wore no collars when we met 

Make up stories in their heads 

When this morning, made some eggs 

For your bae in my bed 

I have things but not success 

I got steaks and overheads 

Closed mouths don't get fed 

Boy, you tired, go to bed 

I'm alive and I'm a ledge 

You're alive, so why you dead? 

[?] in the flesh 

Boujee bastard in the flesh 

Niggas say it with their chest 

I just say it, then it's pressed 

'Raris in the SLS 

Parties in the SLS 

[Chorus] 

Oh, my god, look at my Roley 

Look at my squad, like holy moly 

Oh, my god, look at my Roley 

Look at my squad 

[Verse 2] 

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm a fucking nervous wreck 

God, I hate these sycophants 

Everything that's in my head 

Sound like Kanye when he raps 

I don't do this for my 'Gram 

I don't do this for no bants 

Why you tweeting me this shit? 

You ain't fucking relevant 

Someone tell 'em that I'm woke 

Someone tell 'em that he's broke 

Someone tell 'em that the boy done seen a mill at 24 

In Australia for a show 

You in Shoreditch doing coke 

I got a mac by five guys, anyone can get this smoke 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Kings all in my lineage 

No trace, no witness 

Pray to God for forgiveness 

Lambo all tinted 

The kids all know the plate 

Chicks go all the way 

It's one phone call away 

[Chorus] 

Oh, my god, look at my Roley 

Look at my squad, like holy moly 

Oh, my god, look at my Roley 

Look at my squad 

[Outro] 

I'm a boss 

In a Porsche 

It's very posh 

Too much sauce 

Too much sauce 

And my house is like my exes 

Too much sauce 

My Lamborghini 

It look like Jaws 

That's not a Roley 

It's Michael Kors 

Too much sauce 

You best run back to your older boy 

I know young Gs is gon' FaceTime if they wil' out like Soulja Boy 

Like rah