J. Allen - New Ceilings Lyrics

Numbers ain't wealth that shit is a feeling,
Best know when the bank goes stack then first things first ima bring my g's in,
Don't care if this tune don't bang man
Trust me I just wanna find new ceilings
Me and the mandem lighting up in the back of the motive scheming

Since way back then been billing a gram and breaking it back of birdie
Now a girl with a back like a becks free kick
So I hit that nice and curvy
With my shades on low in the rave and a drink in hand please don't disturb me
If I sip one more of the Wray's and u hand me the mic this beat I'm merking

That's not your girl cant get her no roses,
Don't give a whore thorns like West Brom
F*ck that charge it, run me the next one
With the team kicked back on a blessed one
Go Few bottles deep where the cess gone
Cess get rolled man I bill it n rass it
This loud got a blast like cartridge
My mind up chilling where the stars is
Huh, Need thoughts by targets
Whole team full of billers and barer's
When we cleaned out Fawcett road it was like 4 Oz's s in the carpet
Us man the hardest
Student life but the flows so mastered
Roll with a gang of unruly bastards
Back to the bag or back to the afters
Word

Sweet girl mad that I don't text back told her don't take the personally
She wanna catch flights not feelings,
Just cant deal with the turbulency
Nah true say I'm never at home I'm chasing a bag or burning a g
If she don't catch me there imp down STBP studio with my team
I'm done with the z's and x's UNI get straight to the p
If I'm keeping it real cant clock you darling
Selfish spender and time ain't cheap
00s baby flow so wavy
Like my girls how I like my gravy
Year 1 drops was a light 280
Now I just talk 'til the talking pays me

Numbers ain't wealth that shit is a feeling
Best know when the bank goes stack then first things first ima bring my g's in
Don't care if this tune don't bang man
Trust me I just wanna find new ceilings
Me and the mandem lighting up in the back of the motive scheming

Pre drinks mans burst should have gone yard
Went ten pints deep in the dockyard
Year 1 top floor it was trap fast
Now I drop a 16 and it hits hard
Now I drop a 32 and the dance goes hectic
Thoughts move things so I'm moving sceptic
Cash in hand but u still wanna check this
Don't watch p cuz I'm moving reckless
And I don't watch numbers still keep it so 100
Got my English plug by the seaside now the packs just coming like mustard
Buds dem pungent gal dem flustered
Already told them wealth ain't numbers
Peace of mind and golden sunsets

Numbers ain't wealth that shit is a feeling
Best know when the bank goes stack then first things first ima bring my g's in
Don't care if this tune don't bang man
Trust me, I just wanna find new ceilings
Me and the mandem lighting up in the back of the motive scheming
Since way back then been billing a gram and breaking it back of birdie
Now a girl with a back like a becks free kick
So I hit that nice and curvy
With my shades on low in the rave and a drink in hand please don't disturb me
If I sip one more of the Wray's and u hand me the mic this beat I'm merking...