Yo Pee turn it up, turn me up
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I'm still writing raps and classics
I guess I can't control the passion
Ten years into my bag, no coming up short like Frodo Baggins
My hommies pull up in Bentleys
When I touch down and I throw my bags in
Dollar signs on my captions, you cant relate
You don't know what's happening
I do want a relationship and I want it ASAP with a girl like Riri
If you're girlfriend's trying to see me, go on girl share man
Don't be greedy
See man wasn't rocking with me till they saw me on the fucking TV
Funny how I came from the bottom
Now girls wanna give me top to please me
I came from a place called Ghana
That's where I get my slang and swagger
Big up MI Abaga, African legend, that's my brother
Come spend a few nights in Accra see how we live, welcome, Akwaaba
That's similar to living in Gaza
One day soon, e go be, Inshallah
If man show me 'nuf respect, then we all good, all the best
My favourite language is Ga and business
Stop the long talk and cut the cheque
Me imma roll with a bitch for two things
One for friendship, or for sex
She want make I buy am a Birkin bag
You must have fell and bumped your head
Say she want my money oh, for the Dolce and Gabbana
Hey bababa e ale ale oh waka waka
Say she want my money oh, for the Gucci and designer
Hey bababa e ale ale oh aaka waka
Say she want my money oh, for the Dolce and Gabbana
Hey bababa e ale ale oh waka waka
Say she want my money oh, for the Gucci and designer
Hey bababa e ale ale oh aaka waka
Came through and killed the game
I guess you could say that's a crime of passion
And they ain't had to call my name
I just seen a lane and I sprung right to action
The only time that the catch meet gassin' is if I puffed and passed it
And trust me
You could get lined and crossed out if you cause an infraction
My mama told me in this the proudest thing you can be is yourself
So I don't believe in the hype or buy in the image they trying to sell
'Cause behind all of that Prada, Gucci are little boys crying for help
And I see all the fear in their eyes
You fucking with lions and you a gazelle
Foolish nigga, y'ahwɛ ne gyimii bi
Damn, from me, you getting no sympathy
Nah, yeah, I'm doing this shit 'til infinity
Uh, and I know they envy me
Yeah, I know they envy me
Look, if it ain't 'bout the money
Then keep it short like Tyrion Lannister
I ain't got time for the chit-chat gossip
That shit be raising my temperature
And constantly I gotta check myself '
Cause this world has made me sinister
Today, I'm giving 'em game
Tomorrow, it might be just pain I administer
Says she want my money, oh, for that Dolce and Gabbana
Hey bababa e ale ale oh waka waka eh
Say she want my money oh, for the Gucci and designer
Hey bababa e ale ale oh aaka waka eh
Say she want my money oh, for the Dolce and Gabbana
Hey bababa e ale ale oh waka waka
Say she want my money oh, for the Gucci and designer
Hey bababa e ale ale oh aaka waka
I'm still writing raps and classics
I guess I can't control the passion
Ten years into my bag, no coming up short like Frodo Baggins
My homies pull up in Bentleys
When I touch down, then I throw my bags in
Dollar signs on my captions
You can't relate, you don't know what's happening
I'm still writing raps and classics
I guess I can't control the passion
Ten years into my bag, no coming up short like Frodo Baggins
My homies pull up in Bentleys
When I touch down, then I throw my bags in
Dollar signs on my captions
You can't relate, you don't know what's happening
Says she want my money, oh, for that Dolce and Gabbana
Hey bababa e ale ale oh waka waka eh
Says she want my money, oh, for that Gucci and designer
Hey bababa e ale ale oh waka waka eh
She want my money, oh, for that Dolce and Gabbana
Hey bababa e ale ale oh waka waka eh
Says she want my money, oh, for that Gucci and designer
Hey bababa e ale ale oh waka waka eh
You don't know
Ha
Think say you know, but you don't know
You know, you don't know why it's going on
Ha
Shit