Stars and Dollars

How do I explain that I love with my mind

And using my heart is always brief

I barely experience grief

Every loss is just an opportunity to readjust

May even be a relief

To explain the complexities of my mind with my hand

Is like the battle of two personalities

Each without a plan

Yes I yearn for love

And some sanity in this imprisoned mind

But in the end

I just want to be remembered

As having money on my mind

Ano go lie them de like my vibe

Positive no negative vibe

What I do only God go fit judge

What I,what I do,only God go fit judge

My Elon Musk boys all-a dem don tire

Searching for the kwatcha,my God,they say I be good man

Good man still do bad things for the money

Ade stand tall no de give up(tall no de give up)

When you look up in the sky(no de give up)

You should know I'm like star(Arrh yeah)

Up,up,up,up,up wey high(wey high)

It is money on my mind

Would you wanna be my friend(my friend)

Counting stars and dollar cheques('llar cheques)

Up,up,up,up,up,wey high

It is money on my mind

Would you wanna be my friend(my friend)

'S and dollar cheques

Up,up,up,up,up,wey high

It is money on my mind

Searching for the money

You better find some coins put for body

Nobody go show you love hustle get money

Put your boys on

Make you stand tall

For be one love and together we go dey high

We go see the sunshine

Sunrise when we do the convoy

Sooner you go get that Range Rover

Now Mr. money you turn big boy huh

See Chioma

Ijeoma

Anyone huh?

She de smile huh

Money,money huh

Told ya

Arhh-arrh-arrh-arrh-arrh-arrh

When you look up in the sky

You should know I'm like star

Up,up,up,up,up,wey high(wey high)

It is money on my mind(money on my mind)

Would you wanna be my friend(my friend)

Counting stars and dollar cheques('llar cheques)

Up,up,up,up,up,wey high(wey high)

It is money on my mind(money on my mind)

Would you wanna be my friend(my friend)

'S and dollar cheques

Up,up,up,up,up,wey high

It is money on my mind

Money on my mind

And all my boys don taya

Searching for the kwatcha,my God,they say abi good man

Money on my mind

Up,up,up,up,up wey high

Money on my mind

Up,up,up,up,up,wey high

Yes I yearn for love and some sanity in this imprisoned mind

But in the end

I just want to be remembered as having money on my mind