Short & Sweet
Hardy Caprio Lyrics

Money isn't everything and no, I wanna have a conversation
Just because money isn't everything doesn't mean I don't want to have a deep conversation

It's a liberty, all them nights out doing libertine, oh yeah
Going out and having fun is part of our freedom

I know you got problems, girl, we all got problems
I understand that you have issues in life, but everyone has their own struggles

She came 'round French plaits, bonjour
She showed up with French braids and greeted me with 'hello'

Hair done, makeup contour (mwah)
Her hair was perfectly styled and her makeup was expertly contoured

Tom Ford, made her want more
Seeing me wearing Tom Ford clothing made her want more of me

But she's too bait, lost cause (bye)
She's too obvious and not worth pursuing

Can't settle down 'til I see an elite
I won't settle for just anyone, I want someone who stands out

Body makes scenes like Aaliyah Hadid
Her body is like that of Aaliyah Hadid, a famous adult film star

Foot rub woman and she Vietnamese
She's a Vietnamese woman who enjoys foot rubs

I like her but I'm not putting P in, capiche
I like her but I'm not going to have sex with her, you understand?

Can't fly out with the gang 'cause half of these man on probation
We can't fly out with the group because half of them are on probation

Wanna be millionaires, but my niggas ain't got no patience (come on, darg)
We want to be millionaires but my friends don't have the patience for it (let's go)

My ahk got a strap in the car, but he still wouldn't eat no bacon
My friend has a gun in the car, but he still won't break his religious beliefs and eat bacon

What can I say? It's amazing
What can I say? It's incredible

Cut his girl off to go Afronation (sorry)
He left his girlfriend to go to Afronation (sorry about that)

No snaps allowed, man already told her no snaps allowed
No Snapchat allowed, I've already told her not to use it

You know what's better than a sports car?
You know what's better than a sports car?

Two tings backseat in a sports bra
Two women in sports bras in the backseat of a car is better than a sports car

Go back to south, yeah, I brought drink, Mo brought the loud
Let's go back to the South, I brought drinks and Mo brought weed

Then we head out on another mission
Then we head out on another adventure

Dark girl and a light girl, fuck colorism
I don't care about skin color, I like both dark-skinned and light-skinned women

Yeah, I be around goons
Yes, I hang out with dangerous people

Up in the ends it's true
It's true that I'm in the rougher area of town

You know lot of man hate man
You know a lot of people hate each other

But I'll never be a wasteman
But I'll never be someone who is unsuccessful or a loser

Phoned up T
I called up my friend T

I'm outside your house
I'm outside of your house

Got the word from two of these things that they wanna come south
I heard from two women that they want to come with us to the South

Told her take the tram
I told her to take the tram

I'll be there when you shout
I'll be there when you call me

Anyway, back to the matter at hand
Anyway, let's get back to what we were talking about

My darg, I'm down if you're down
My friend, I'm in if you're in

One more beep from that car again
If that car beeps one more time

Me and my nigga won't make it to our event
My friend and I won't be able to make it to our event

I'm childish, beef makes me nostalgic and I
I'm childish, arguing makes me feel nostalgic and I

And I don't mind getting blood on this outfit
And I don't mind getting blood on my clothes

See the girl I just shouted, she tryna be an accountant
The girl I just talked to is studying to be an accountant

Its mad 'cause I coulda been an accountant
It's crazy because I could have been an accountant

Left uni, first month I made thousands
I left university and made thousands of pounds in my first month

I think we're mentally scarred
I think we're emotionally damaged

It's so we pretend that we aren't
So we pretend like we're not

Them man say they're gangsters, bad boys
Those guys say they're gangsters, bad boys

They ain't never seen a hand toy, oh gosh
They've never seen a gun, oh my

Too bad, 'cause I'll never be a wasteman
Too bad for those who hate me because I'll never be a failure