Lyrics

Yeaeh eeeeeeh Yo Dibs Jiggy Jiggy boys Yeaeh eeeeeeh Money on my mind all the time What I gotta do, time is flying Time is money, what you buying Would you put your life on the line Nike Air Force 1, a black bib Narrow route, still gotta escape Cali strain, I ain't smoking SK For my boys, still gotta have it We up with the paper, that's why we hustle all day We are locked in from Monday to Sunday Omo no playing, we hustle all day For the section, All work and no play Pounds for the dollar sign My family gon' shine All my enemies combined Can't do what I do when I rhyme I'm never ever stopping Every other day I'm plotting The only two way dey my mind na money I think the rest will be forgotten Na human being dey drive Bugatti Oni co ta se o fantasy Ti moba jowo e fitosi I'm never ever stopping Every other day I'm plotting The only two way dey my mind na money I think the rest will be forgotten Na human being dey drive Bugatti Oni co ta se o fantasy Ti moba jowo e fitosi Im going higher yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill a man, thing thing Mi afi step in, mi afi step the ladder None of them afi stop me now They can't steal my shine Man's not hot, man's not a waste, man Give them sweet melodies for life Feeling good plus I'm nice If you no follow up, I'll leave you behind Bad energy too much sometimes But bad man must rise and shine Awu that killa man I won't stop for nothing You know my aim no be Bugatti But I don't care me, I'm steady hustling Omo no mind me face your hustle Haters no dey finish and you know, Comments no dey finish and you know Opinions, no dey finish All of my money no go finish I'm never ever stopping Every other day I'm plotting The only two way dey my mind na money I think the rest will be forgotten Na human being dey drive Bugatti Oni co ta se o fantasy Ti moba jowo e fitosi They cant afford you can never be one of them If na you them go ball on you so ball on them Papa if them do anyhow fire burn them Beatbox Every day all of my fam on deck Say check, check, I got my drip on check Your girlfriend got my mic on check Who be this one wey dey talk anyhow? Eee wipe am wire for neck Cut up, cut up, tatashe oo me i no get time for your shalayes Making money na the main aim oh. Money too deeen ee egoo
Writer(s): Bright Ukpabi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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