Anytime I come o the people like who be that who be that

Yeah, yeah uh, the bottle are popping

We killing the money, we dey put am for coffin

Yeah, then we offer condolences

You say that you're balling, the score line is goal-less

Anything wey don close, money go open am, you go think say na bow leg

Everything tear rubber

Mr. pharmacist nye m Postinor

As I christian, I must represent, Christian Louboutin, and Christian Dior

All these small boys with your shakara

All of them are faking

I got money in oil, akara

Nigga, I'll be caking huh

Ama ball am club with a bullion van, a bullion van

Muna my guys eti ci, I'm feeling like the man, feeling like the man

Apu cha gba ko man ajo be, nwanne apu ni ano si

Asa na si a chop money waya no dare

Man ah in ga fo chalo beer

I know you don't wanna go there

Too much money to buy you a pair

Anya po ta all dis haters dey stare

When I'm popping something in the air

Ina wosi kwana wodo do nwanna

Iwa na ite pa gi lodo

Pino pino less dem see me foto

Osi mu gaa na maka motor ibe

Baby you should get used to this

There are levels to this

And these small boys tryna rock you, they are pebbles to this

When you're hanging with an emcee, that can flow more than your menses

With his Benz's, and his Bentleys and the Pradas, and Givenchy's, yebba

The swagger is branded

The swagger is janded

The swagger is confident, because, container has landed

We dey import and we export, and we hang out at the best spots

With a Hilux, and a bullion and an ambulance in the escort ehba