Overkaku
No joy for the men face no smile for the dead babes
Men too dey calculate
If you owe me then you best pay
I've been up like Nescafe, like Top Tea that's OG
I get cake no birthdays no briefcase BTC
Stay paid till I'm old and grey got a bad bitch she like slay slay
She move mad like cray cray when she drop it down be like mayday
I only laugh when it's pay day cos the money talks that shit funny
Off fuck then I fuck off fore' it's morning
Bro I'm focused on the money
Got to be patient
My bro got a client that he nursed like a patient
Cash out and balled too hard alopecia
Run up a check let's go I'll race ya
That's marathon in a bullion
I don't save a hoe this ain't comic-con
But this con's a comic and my flow's cosmic
She won't pick the call cos I fucked your bitch
Before I got broke imma hit a lick or I slang a brick
Fuck this rapping shit
Still got the game in a chokehold then I squeeze my grip
Bet these rappers pissed
When it gets stiff like stone cold
My dealers house is a stone throw
I stroll go and get stoned
No joy for the men face no smile for the dead babes
Men too dey calculate
If you owe me then you best pay
I've been up like Nescafe like Top Tea that's OG
I get cake no birthdays no briefcase BTC
Racks in my hand and it fit like a glove
Shooting on sight got a scope on the Glock
Stop working for money put money to work
My niggas they scamming they said fuck a job
The economy down so we turn up the club
And if she go down then her dollars are up
Give me update or shut the fuck up
I'm talking to money it's keeping me up
Cuddled your chic now she think we in love
She just want my money but act like she don't
Your bitch give me top
Told her it ain't good enough now that bitch is a opp
The money don't sleep that's why we can never stop
We tick and tock like a clock
This Smith ain't Sam but it song
That man don't dance but he jump
Bitch you can't fight then you shouldn't have swung
Opps get smoked like a bong
The way she gobble like she got no teeth or no tongue
And she be singing my song
Drip her in Fendi or Louis Vuitton
I know I'm gone pop on my pops
I am just waiting my turn
No joy for the men face no smile for the dead babes
Men too dey calculate
If you owe me then you best pay
I've been up like Nescafe, like Top Tea that's OG
I get cake no birthdays no briefcase BTC
Men too dey calculate
If you owe me then you best pay
I've been up like Nescafe, like Top Tea that's OG
I get cake no birthdays no briefcase BTC
Stay paid till I'm old and grey got a bad bitch she like slay slay
She move mad like cray cray when she drop it down be like mayday
I only laugh when it's pay day cos the money talks that shit funny
Off fuck then I fuck off fore' it's morning
Bro I'm focused on the money
Got to be patient
My bro got a client that he nursed like a patient
Cash out and balled too hard alopecia
Run up a check let's go I'll race ya
That's marathon in a bullion
I don't save a hoe this ain't comic-con
But this con's a comic and my flow's cosmic
She won't pick the call cos I fucked your bitch
Before I got broke imma hit a lick or I slang a brick
Fuck this rapping shit
Still got the game in a chokehold then I squeeze my grip
Bet these rappers pissed
When it gets stiff like stone cold
My dealers house is a stone throw
I stroll go and get stoned
No joy for the men face no smile for the dead babes
Men too dey calculate
If you owe me then you best pay
I've been up like Nescafe like Top Tea that's OG
I get cake no birthdays no briefcase BTC
Racks in my hand and it fit like a glove
Shooting on sight got a scope on the Glock
Stop working for money put money to work
My niggas they scamming they said fuck a job
The economy down so we turn up the club
And if she go down then her dollars are up
Give me update or shut the fuck up
I'm talking to money it's keeping me up
Cuddled your chic now she think we in love
She just want my money but act like she don't
Your bitch give me top
Told her it ain't good enough now that bitch is a opp
The money don't sleep that's why we can never stop
We tick and tock like a clock
This Smith ain't Sam but it song
That man don't dance but he jump
Bitch you can't fight then you shouldn't have swung
Opps get smoked like a bong
The way she gobble like she got no teeth or no tongue
And she be singing my song
Drip her in Fendi or Louis Vuitton
I know I'm gone pop on my pops
I am just waiting my turn
No joy for the men face no smile for the dead babes
Men too dey calculate
If you owe me then you best pay
I've been up like Nescafe, like Top Tea that's OG
I get cake no birthdays no briefcase BTC
Credits
Writer(s): Oluwatosin Atandare
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