Make money back to back
(Intro: Deep bass thumping, a smooth saxophone riff blending with a heavy Afrobeat percussion. Sound of a car engine revving.) (Chorus) Omo, once this money go come, I swear I go spend am Life no get return, so why I go pretend am? Me and my guys, we go pull up in a matte black AMG Popping bottles till the morning, that’s the only way to be. I say, once this money go come, I swear I go spend am Life no get return, no be today we go end am! From the mainland to the island, see the lifestyle on TV In a convoy of Mercedes, making history. (Verse 1) I remember days wey the pocket dry like desert sand Looking at the stars, planning how to rule the land They told us wait our turn, but the queue long pass Lagos traffic Now we want the magic, something loud and cinematic. I no fit come this world come suffer, then go back empty-handed I want the kind of credit alert wey go leave the bank stranded. Designer on my skin, luxury dripping from my pores Open every door wey they lock, break down all the floors. Because tomorrow no get promise, and yesterday is gone So we go party from the sunset till the break of dawn. (Chorus) Omo, once this money go come, I swear I go spend am Life no get return, so why I go pretend am? Me and my guys, we go pull up in a matte black AMG Popping bottles till the morning, that’s the only way to be. (Rap Verse) (Beat shifts—tempo stays, but the hi-hats get sharper) Look, I’m talkin’ paper long, Guinness Book of Records type Every move we make is heavy, yeah we justify the hype. We used to trek for miles, now the tires do the talkin' V8 engine screamin’ while these other rappers walkin’. I’m in the back of the G-Wagon, counting blessings and the blues No "ifs" or "mights," man, we paid the heavy dues. Life is a rental, nobody owns the property So I’m livin’ for the moment, killing poverty with honesty. Club lights hitting different when the table’s full of gold Stories of the struggle, yeah, they never will be told. Just the sparkle in the glass, and the smell of expensive scents If it’s lifestyle you’re buying, then we’re paying all the rents. AMG sliding, drifting through the midnight mist Check the timing on the wrist we’re the top of the list. (Bridge) (Slower tempo, melodic vibes) Aiye o ni double, my brother drink water If you get the raba, make you spend am for your daughter. Spend am for your guys, make the circle stay tight We only get one chance to make it right in the light. (Chorus) Omo, once this money go come, I swear I go spend am Life no get return, so why I go pretend am? Me and my guys, we go pull up in a matte black AMG Popping bottles till the morning, that’s the only way to be. (Outro) (Heavy bass fades, sound of glasses clinking) Yeah... Life no get return o. No spare parts for life. Enjoy yourself. AMG lifestyle. We out
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(Intro: Deep bass thumping, a smooth saxophone riff blending with a heavy Afrobeat percussion. Sound of a car engine revving.) (Chorus) Omo, once this money go come, I swear I go spend am Life no get return, so why I go pretend am? Me and my guys, we go pull up in a matte black AMG Popping bottles till the morning, that’s the only way to be. I say, once this money go come, I swear I go spend am Life no get return, no be today we go end am! From the mainland to the island, see the lifestyle on TV In a convoy of Mercedes, making history. (Verse 1) I remember days wey the pocket dry like desert sand Looking at the stars, planning how to rule the land They told us wait our turn, but the queue long pass Lagos traffic Now we want the magic, something loud and cinematic. I no fit come this world come suffer, then go back empty-handed I want the kind of credit alert wey go leave the bank stranded. Designer on my skin, luxury dripping from my pores Open every door wey they lock, break down all the floors. Because tomorrow no get promise, and yesterday is gone So we go party from the sunset till the break of dawn. (Chorus) Omo, once this money go come, I swear I go spend am Life no get return, so why I go pretend am? Me and my guys, we go pull up in a matte black AMG Popping bottles till the morning, that’s the only way to be. (Rap Verse) (Beat shifts—tempo stays, but the hi-hats get sharper) Look, I’m talkin’ paper long, Guinness Book of Records type Every move we make is heavy, yeah we justify the hype. We used to trek for miles, now the tires do the talkin' V8 engine screamin’ while these other rappers walkin’. I’m in the back of the G-Wagon, counting blessings and the blues No "ifs" or "mights," man, we paid the heavy dues. Life is a rental, nobody owns the property So I’m livin’ for the moment, killing poverty with honesty. Club lights hitting different when the table’s full of gold Stories of the struggle, yeah, they never will be told. Just the sparkle in the glass, and the smell of expensive scents If it’s lifestyle you’re buying, then we’re paying all the rents. AMG sliding, drifting through the midnight mist Check the timing on the wrist we’re the top of the list. (Bridge) (Slower tempo, melodic vibes) Aiye o ni double, my brother drink water If you get the raba, make you spend am for your daughter. Spend am for your guys, make the circle stay tight We only get one chance to make it right in the light. (Chorus) Omo, once this money go come, I swear I go spend am Life no get return, so why I go pretend am? Me and my guys, we go pull up in a matte black AMG Popping bottles till the morning, that’s the only way to be. (Outro) (Heavy bass fades, sound of glasses clinking) Yeah... Life no get return o. No spare parts for life. Enjoy yourself. AMG lifestyle. We out