歌詞
I Dey kill them dem suppose arrest me (2x)
I dey warn them make them no Dey test me
I Dey ball omo boy no send nobody
They want me to fall but i keep on making money
Everywhere i go dem know say na me coz I get it poppin
Wonder why dem Dey watch me, no wonder they baller blocking
I Dey ball and e Dey pain dem, swear down e Dey pain dem
All of them Dey learn work i no know who Dey train dem (hmm)
Think its a game well i aint playing fair
When im in the club im guaranteed to make it rain there
Been about my money for real and my momma know
If you aint talkin money my guy then its vamanos
I came up off the streets graduated on honor roll
And i been laying all these hoes on they back just like dominoes
Man no be lie o (hmm)
I get that paper no be lie o (yea)
They be like sinzu na my guy o (hmm)
And I Dey kill dem, them go die o (hmm)
Now check me out
See my shirt, look my shoe, omo boy im rocking Prada
But they dont remember when i used to ride okada
These groupies was forming now i pull up in a foreign
Now they wana leave with me soon as a niqqa finish performing (i be damned)
I Dey kill dem, dem suppose arrest me (thats on my momma) (2x)
I Dey want dem make dem no Dey test me
I know they gon hate me but na God Dey bless me (huh)
Naija no Dey carry last
Cruising in that foreign moving very fast
Coming thru, security go leme pass
They talk about me but nobody pass
Speaking bout my lil situation
Did a bid i had to take a lil vacation
Im for real these other dudes is imitations
Roley on my wrist the limited edition (time is money)
Make dem talk (make dem yarn)
Talk is cheap (talk is what?)
They rap about it but im really in these streets (but im really in these streets)
Survival of the fittest and you niqqas weak (you niqqas weak)
My time is Money and it Cost for me to speak
Denge Denge, Dammit dem go Dey pose
Everywhere that i be at omo boy i do the most
I did Ferrari, mulsanne, then I pull up in a rolls
And I be switching up whips the same way that i switch my clothes
Man no be lie
I Dey kill dem, dem suppose arrest me (no be lie)
Im on another level make dem no Dey test me (no be lie)
I Don warn dem make dem no Dey test me (on my momma)
I know them gon hate me but na God Dey bless me (YAY)(whoo)
Written by: Babalola Falemi