Vawulence

Big Chopper's Gang

These girls wanna look hot
We can never be broke (broke)
Shoot, shoot (Shoot)
Shoot, ayy (Skrrrr, ah)
We can never go broke (broke)
And these girls wanna be hot (Hot)
Shoot, shoot, shoot

Where that man (Where that man)
Who dem be (Who 'em be)
Make dem clear road there (Make 'em clear road there)
Clear road there (Clear road there)
Hold that man (Hold am, hold am)
Who dem be? (Who 'em be)
If they no clear road there (Clear road there)
Dem go get am clear (Get am clear)

Her payments won't be complete
If she no bend well for the first time (At all)
Spend on your girl well if we go spend her back go touch down (Na so)
If you see my cartel they no dey even waste time (At all)
Is it the money you want, no come dey form
As if you no be pornstar (Okay)
God damn! Couple of hundreds on my neck (Couple)
And I know you still wanna check
If you no get money you can't breathe well
In this country that I'm livin' in (Living)
It's been always on God (For real)
24-7 on my watch (24)
Money conversations makes me horny, pass me the blunt and be quiet
She gave me brains I lose my brain now I'm breathing heavily (Ha, ha)
What do you expect, then I came
She's got Ph.D at eating dicks
Hey, what's up? Ain't gonna try to talk much
I'm just gonna trap and lock up
Real recognize the Real Ones

These girls wanna look hot
We can never be broke
Shoot, shoot (Shoot)
Shoot, ayy (Ayy)
We can never go broke (Skrrr)
And these girls wanna be hot (Hot)
Shoot, shoot, shoot

Where that man (Where that man)
Who dem be (Who 'em be)
Make dem clear road there (Make 'em clear road there)
Clear road there (Clear road there)
Hold that man (Hold am, hold am)
Who dem be? (Who 'em be)
If they no clear road there (Clear road there)
Dem go get am clear

Chilling with the Big Choppers Gang (Chilling)
Mrs. Hopeson I greet you (Greet)
Money makes the moves (Oh yes)
I stacked up then poverty moved (Move)
The man heart been good, the street turned good to a devil
You can't blame anyone sha, it is what it is in this kind struggle
Brother man roll up your sleeve (Roll up your sleeves)
Together let's make this money
Grind for yourself not to impress
The money bring dem shawties (Bring, bring)
Fine boy no be for face, hope your pockets got weight (Weight)
Street so cold, street so cold
Street turned broke man into a gold

Where that man (Where that man)
Who dem be (Who 'em be)
Make dem clear road there (Make 'em clear road there)
Clear road there (Clear road there)
Hold that man (Hold that man)
Who dem be? (Hold am, hold am)
If they no clear road there (Clear road there)
Dem go get am clear (Get am clear)



Credits
Writer(s): Emmanuel Atchadee
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