[Intro] (It's bally fun being posh, rolling around in all of this dosh while the poor cannot have a good wash.) [Verse one] I own an expensive car Pull up at an equally expensive bar See a hot babe from afar She says "Ello mate, mates call me Char" [Verse two] We're having a shag in the Jag She's nothing but a cheap slag I believe her mother is a hag Over her head is a paper bag [Verse three] Opps come to talk shit They all line up to get their throats slit The first opp is nothing but a tit Handle conflict like a true Brit [Chorus] Living like a gangsta Brit Showing true arse grit Compared to me, you ain't shit Because you're a bloody tit [Outro]
