Apapa

I got the jazz
I got the
I got
I got

Yeah

Jini

I no fit forget when sapa been dey show for my eye
Babe no gree put number for my palasa
Raba no dey, na why
And I been dey like all her pics
Data come finish
I no been fit come online
My neighbour name him internet "use your sub"
Because him no wan share WiFi
Omo that 2014 na die
Na who give up
Na him fuck up, my guy
I dey find alert wey go make my aza to shake
And I no fit to stop, walahi
Till I no get stress again for my life
And the hustle dey intoxicate like kai-kai
No such thing as too much money, na lie
I need like five Swiss accounts standby
Be like Kizz Daniel
Rich till I die
Owu, bye bye

I no go spend this money softly
My ticket been dey cut
See, I no fit suffer for nothing
My eye don see something
(Mm)
(Yeah)
I gats to stay soft
Till they close the coffin
(Olohun my guy)
As the ATM dispense the raba
She misplace her pata
I go like turn my garage to car park
Na my container go full Apapa
(Ji ma sun, ji ma sun)
I used to be a humble guy
But sapa no send my mama
(Ji ma sun)
I'm trying to be a rich nigga with no manners

Never catch me standing akimbo
(What?)
Na marathon
No be sprint o
No forget say Hushpuppi been thief o
Still come dey tension boys
Till olopa burst
Baba jump comot window
Okay, him no jump
But I know niggas wey see doings
Come dey overthink o
No go use your life play tinko
Softly, softly, sere debe
I dey stack my pepper jeje
One naira no go remain for account before I kpai
Use my last card tear boys shekpe
On my deathbed
One hand hold babe for ileke
Go out like a legend
RIP OJB
Pretete
If I touch this money
I go stunt on my haters like Denzel
Yes ke

I no go spend this money softly
My ticket been dey cut
See, I no fit suffer for nothing
My eye don see something
(Mm)
(Yeah)
I gats to stay soft
Till they close the coffin
(Olohun my guy)
As the ATM dispense the raba
She misplace her pata
I go like turn my garage to car park
Na my container go full Apapa
(Ji ma sun, ji ma sun)
I used to be a humble guy
But sapa no send my mama
(Ji ma sun)
I'm trying to be a rich nigga with no manners

Na my container go full Apapa
(Ji ma sun, ji ma sun)
Na who give up, na him fuck up
(Ji ma sun, ji ma sun)
I dey find alert wey go make my aza to shake
(Ji ma sun, ji ma sun)
Rich till I die
Owu, bye bye
(Ji ma sun, ji ma)

As the ATM dispense the raba
She misplace her pata
I go like turn my garage to car park
Na my container go full Apapa
(Ji ma sun, ji ma)
I used to be a humble guy
But sapa no send my mama
(Ji ma sun)
I'm trying to be a rich nigga with no manners
(Ji ma sun, ji ma sun)

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Writer(s): Ebuka Ntamere
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