LYRIC

Ladies and gentlemen
It’s your favorite hype boy el fucking corizo
If music no blow me
Make hyping blow me (not funny)

Exchanger pack money come make we spray
8 casket or Bellaire
Na money dey waste and i no dey drink am
As i dey spend my woman dey deliver
Where una dey see this money
Midnight you get mind go bath for river
Bury human without any organ
Dead body liver use pando take chop am
Am like throw way money for air make e rain
Change the weather forecast
You just dey save
If you die, your money them go chop am

Allow me drink 4 bottles
I don’t want to buy the bar
Allow me drink 4 bottles
I don’t want to buy the bar

Bros, na money you dey waste
As you dey spend some of us just dey save
Tomorrow wey carry belle
That same tomorrow na promise and fail
Can’t be saving all this money
When people go chop am if i die
Allow me live my life it comes once
Maybe yours come twice
I got a lot in my head boy carry overload
Picture my future, if no money i no go pose
In the land of the strong, can’t be the weak
My guys dey spray
My girlfriend na go dey pick
Plenty talk e don dey full basket
Nobody die but waiter carry casket
One bottle for the dj
Three bottle for the hype man

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