[Produced by Mr. Music] [Verse 1] Bottle mimbo in here. Time done reach for drink beer Party hard and I party harder, I'm taking over this year Any man di heap verse, who'na shift for dey, I need air Na last time be time and my time go last for as long as life's in this world Feed your ears with these prophesies, microphone precedes pen Get way too much on my courtesy. My man, now so, man no di ndem Man di just balancer in front camera, come'ot strong di cut e poster Swag di holla na bangalang; only bling wey boy done di wear Work head, check sense, you must calculate When I touch girls, I bless them. We might graduate She loved the way that I did it. Baby girl, it's all yours You should come around and let's do this; just make sure you're drinking all dust I'm chack'd up and I'm aight. Got dark shades and na night Black on black and white shoes. If you no be know, pastor-bird too na kite Fly as f#ck and they know it. I throw the swag and they catch I dey like rainbow and they're black and white when they photocopy my swag [HooK] Some things go wrong, some things go right What, I'm I supposed to be surprised? Long as being ready is real, I'll be aight Long as being ready is ill, I'll be aight
I'm ready for that action. And more action And more action, and more action Long as being ready is real, I'll be aight Long as being ready is ill, I'll be aight [Verse 2] Every day i look good. Love it when I'm in a good mood I usually got some good food to eat and shine like I don't poo-poo I always have a new coup. As a matter of fact I'm doing great Girls gon' love you, looters gon' loot, therefore, i expect a hater to hate I di sap for loung like na chrsitmas. Top the d'joung, I çhaq all dust Pop champagne then spray am, oh! I get way too much and I'm still young Stop. Uh, sabi no be na mop Uh, quarter mill in my cup. Go up come down, you like it or not Hey say overdose be na mbutu. I get over dose for bisec By the time I get the dough for mutumbu, man go di travaié na with jet Tumbu-tumbu burst calaba. Guess what? They know me for Calabar Bo'o, that senator hear na intro for my old mixtape and went like, wow That's the type I get shout-outs from; Ton-Ton Pajero. My money dey for dossier bag Stop the hate and get paid, man Neck-people lima lide. Real n***a, liman dey tall I'm drinking Malta Guinness. At the end of the day I ball [HooK] [Outro: produced by Mr. Music]