Lyrics Short & Sweet - Hardy Caprio

Short & Sweet

Money isn’t everything, you know I wanna have a conversation
If money isn’t everything then why you wanna have a conversation?
It’s a liberty, all them nights out doing libertine, oh yeah
I know you got problems, gyal, we all got problems
She came 'round, French plaits, bonjour (Hello)
Hair done, makeup contour (Mwah)
Tom Ford, made her want more ('eah)
But she’s too bait, lost cause (Bye)
Can’t settle down till I see an elite (Why?)
Body makes scenes like Aaliyah Hadid
Foot rub woman and she Vietnamese
I like her but I’m not putting P in, capiche
Can’t fly out with the gang cause half of these man on probation
Wanna' be millionaires but my niggas ain’t got no patience (Come on, darg)
My Akh got strap in the car but he still wouldn’t eat no bacon
What can I say?
It’s amazing
Cut his girl off to go Afronation (Sorry)
No snaps allowed, man already told 'em no snaps allowed
You know what’s better than a sports car?
Two tings, backseat in a sports bra
Go back to south, yeah I brought drink an' Mo' brang the loud
Then we headed out on another mission
Dark girl and a light girl, fuck colourism
Yeah I be around goons
Up in the ends, it’s true
You know a lot of man hate man
But I’ll never be a wasteman
Yeah I be around goons (Yeah I be around goons)
Up in the ends it’s true (Up in the ends, it’s true)
You know a lot of man hate man
Too bad, cah I’ll never be a wasteman (Yeah)
Phoned up T: (Rrr, rrr)
«I'm outside your house» (Wha'g'wan)
Got the word from two o' these tings that they wanna' come south
Told her «Take the tram» (Croydon)
«I'll be there when you shout» (Shout me)
Anyway, back to the matter at hand, (What's good?)
My darg, I’m down if you’re down
One more beep from that car again
Me and my nigga won’t make it to our event
I’m childish, beef makes me nostalgic
And I don’t mind getting blood on this outfit
See the girl I just shouted?
(Wha'?)
She tryna' be an accountant (Ayy)
It’s mad cause I could’ve been an accountant
Left uni, first month I made thousands
I think we’re mentally scarred
It’s so we pretend that we aren’t
I know we got problems, gyal, we all got problems
Them man say they’re gangsters, bad boys
They ain’t never seen a hand toy, oh gosh
I know we all got problems, gyal we all got problems
(Hardy Cap'!)
Yeah I be around goons
Up in the ends, it’s true
You know a lot of man hate man
But I’ll never be a wasteman (Hah ha)
Yeah I be around goons
Up in the ends it’s true (Trust me)
You know a lot of man hate man
Too bad, cah I’ll never be a wasteman