Payday
Yeah
that little boy from the ghetto
Them think say I no go make am
Right now
But elevator no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
That little boy from
GBRANGA
Bad belly people wanna run me down
I'm blessed
Me I no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
Woo
Woo
I'm that little boy
Came from gbarnga
If you don't know
by now my name tamba
Fled the country
refugees in Abidjan
Oh what a feeling
To be African
Papa told mama
He'll will come again
Had us running in
Immigration
Had us waiting
In the waiting room
Looking at the
Ceiling like
We need more
Information
Do you the feeling
When you getting turn down
When you need some paper
But that can't even come around
Saw it in my daddy face
When he walked out of that room
Told me we'll be out of this soon
Son
This is what
I'm on now
Run you down
If you run at all
Kids don't play
Around on this side
After dark
We ain't from
The same parts
Bring it back
Yeah that little boy from the ghetto
Them think say I no go make am
Right now
But elevator no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
That little boy from
GBRANGA
Bad belly people wanna run me down
I'm blessed
Me I no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
Woo
Woo
Made man
LIB made me
Eleven three
One nine
EIGHT three
Six three
TWO nine nine
Man the Weight big
How I made it this big?
Pay day
I was eating pay day
Grinding Everyday day
Never taking days off
You know I'm a ghetto boy
Hustle till the sun goes down
I cant get enough
Not sure who can tell me what
Haters I just brush em off
Get a dust pan for em
They got to go plan for em
Got awkward playing form
Can't get a hand on them
Came from the bottom
Now I jam on them
Paper boy
Turn mailmen on em
Got em saying
This is what
I'm on now
Run you down
If you run at all
Kids don't play around on this side
After dark
We ain't from the same parts
Bring it back
Yeah that little boy from the ghetto
Them think say I no go make am
Right now
But elevator no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
That little boy from
GBRANGA
Bad belly people wanna run me down
I'm blessed
Me I no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
Woo
Woo
that little boy from the ghetto
Them think say I no go make am
Right now
But elevator no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
That little boy from
GBRANGA
Bad belly people wanna run me down
I'm blessed
Me I no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
Woo
Woo
I'm that little boy
Came from gbarnga
If you don't know
by now my name tamba
Fled the country
refugees in Abidjan
Oh what a feeling
To be African
Papa told mama
He'll will come again
Had us running in
Immigration
Had us waiting
In the waiting room
Looking at the
Ceiling like
We need more
Information
Do you the feeling
When you getting turn down
When you need some paper
But that can't even come around
Saw it in my daddy face
When he walked out of that room
Told me we'll be out of this soon
Son
This is what
I'm on now
Run you down
If you run at all
Kids don't play
Around on this side
After dark
We ain't from
The same parts
Bring it back
Yeah that little boy from the ghetto
Them think say I no go make am
Right now
But elevator no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
That little boy from
GBRANGA
Bad belly people wanna run me down
I'm blessed
Me I no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
Woo
Woo
Made man
LIB made me
Eleven three
One nine
EIGHT three
Six three
TWO nine nine
Man the Weight big
How I made it this big?
Pay day
I was eating pay day
Grinding Everyday day
Never taking days off
You know I'm a ghetto boy
Hustle till the sun goes down
I cant get enough
Not sure who can tell me what
Haters I just brush em off
Get a dust pan for em
They got to go plan for em
Got awkward playing form
Can't get a hand on them
Came from the bottom
Now I jam on them
Paper boy
Turn mailmen on em
Got em saying
This is what
I'm on now
Run you down
If you run at all
Kids don't play around on this side
After dark
We ain't from the same parts
Bring it back
Yeah that little boy from the ghetto
Them think say I no go make am
Right now
But elevator no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
That little boy from
GBRANGA
Bad belly people wanna run me down
I'm blessed
Me I no dey fake am
Every hustler got they pay day
Woo
Woo
Credits
Writer(s): Sunday Ginikachukwu Nweke, Tamba Boimah Hali
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