Lyrics

Yeah, Real get money shit man for real Yes sir What's up Geamat Jasi1time, For life Some shit you can vibe to right here For real Pop a bottle to this Go to church with this shit Lets get it Yeah Ma shey greedy Ma Shey greedy When you winning bring your niggas in Bring your niggas in Ma shey greedy Ma Shey greedy When you winning bring your niggas in I said, spread that paper When you get it don't be greedy So when you win bring your niggas in But ma shey needy Ma shey needy When you see your niggas winning Pop a bottle Grew up with the hustle Made my name on the streets Champagne for the pain And Geamat on the beat Every night I dey pray Everyday I day hustle Many nights when I sleep With no food in my stomach Scarred for life for the hard times Gotta keep grinding Gotta get through it Oh lord, I beg hear my voice Mansion for my mama, buy benzes for my boys Lord knows nigba tin ba blow, Quarter million car ni mo fe ma lo I don told y'all Wi pe mo ma blow Popping ace of spades no more drinking modelo Yeah, bring it back Ma shey greedy Ma shey greedy When you winning bring your niggas in Ma shey greedy Ma shey greedy When you winning bring your niggas in I said, spread that paper When you get it don't be greedy So when you win bring your niggas in But ma shey needy Ma shey needy When you win bring your niggas in Im on some different flow shit Shoutouts to my Naija folks, G Gotta keep the culture close to me You already knew what it was Ain't no bragging or boasting But I still be with the Gs and Lords Getting money my nigga we add it up 'Cus its taxing season believe it, retrieved it My niggas so deep in the game They'll leave you bleeding (Shhhhh)
Writer(s): Olumide Ayinde Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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