Haywaya - Kwacha lyrics

[Intro: Dex Kwasi] Uhuh huh, yeah... Pour me some of that codeine Yeah yeah yeah yeah It's Kwasi, half man, half amazing [Verse 1: Dex Kwasi] You're looking for the kwacha? Wey you come and holla Dada Dex Kwasi, nope I'm not the father Hottest ever out of, if you're talking Ghana Make I have dinero, need am by mañana Me & Bra Emma, we both eat your sister E no dey on Insta, she no tag the pictures Only cause I warn am, smoking California But we out in Teshie, searching for a victim Catch am then I slap am, kwashey for my balance No wan hear no stories, you no be Ananse Fire by my side, why you n***as lie? Why you wanna die? You just want a casket? Can't be at your concert, if there's no deposit That's for show promoters, waa dwen, wowɔ nyansa Boy you got it backwards, but I'm on the ganja Turn ya lights off, do you like Mahama? Republic of the Congo, in banana republic In and out the country, with the loud and musty Banging on a bunny, shout my ancestors I know they happy for me, know they proud of me Skating on the N1, police on a payroll Costing like Diego, I can't chill and see Man's not United, Livers in the pool Virgin sending nudes, this her premiere leak [Verse 2: Haywaya] Da saafe, da raana, da daare (huh?!) Ina chikin neiman my money(huh?!) Ba ruwa na in da yakai Na do or die until I control it Wa zai, che zai raina ka if you get Hundred dollar bills in your pocket Nawa ko ka maare shi ka baashi kadan Ya gode maa and tell you forget it If you cook your hustle well, yaa dafu n***a yaa dafu If money no be your priority, you a fool! n***a you a fool! Nyunwa kudi ne abinda yasa Inna kaama beat nakai baata Kufadi ma mutumina Selasie Kaman walai I dey k** for Kwacha [Hook: Drumroll] We gon get that kwacha We gon get that kwacha We gon get that We gon get that kwacha We gon get that kwacha We-we gon-gon We gon get that dollar We gon get that dollar We gon, we gon We gon get that cedi We gon, we gon We gon get that naira! [Verse 3: Ko-Jo Cue] Cue! Bantama Sani Abacha I'm stacking that money, that Kwacha From Togo to Benin, Alata These brothers be hungry but kasa Na ekum womo, kum womo Life just be chacha, me endwani Kalo Me enhu omo, hu omo Countdown, it's over! i'm ready to blow (blow!) I'm popo, you no fit do foko I'm counting my kobo Do numbers like lotto Joe, YOLO, I ain't tryna go broke My mommy, i'm stacking for am, GORO! [Verse 4: Ozkha] No nɔɔ ni haa ni jeñ bɔleɔ, bɛ ole omo? Kɛ obɛ tsei ɛ onane ji otsorne, otsorle otsɛñ Bemliñ ni nibiañ mli esɔ Ofieɔ miɔ tamɔ oya kɔ blɔ Ohiɔ nɔɔ shi anako bo po Tako shwɛ kraa fiɔ akɔnɔ Ehañ ni ehoo fiɔɔ amrɔ Biantɔnɛ no ji noni ji jrɔñ Obɛ dade okɛɛ kplotoo loo hañ didiñtrɔ Mini nɔɔ kɛ bei kɛ sumɔɔ baamɔ teñ Jee shika nkulɛ nibii komɛe ofeñ, nibii komɛe oheñ Ni onyɛ̃n ni ohiɛ gbejianɔ ko mɛñ that's for sure So, ma n***a go get the Kwacha Quench your thirst then shun dey make dry pa** Savana No cash you blast like China Phone No bro dey want see you for in circle or corner Your win slow, you irk at n***as who dey spend dough Did you send your flour to the baker or the florist? You dey s** porridge, boys dey pour Hennessy Them dey talk always, don't act like you no dey see If you jie your eye, why e fall from your pocket unnoticed And oh it's a shame heavy load hard to get over it So we blow doja uplifting a sober brain Kwacha! Kwacha! Kwacha! [Hook: Drumroll] [Verse 5: Selasie] I be young man with brain like Machiavelli You dey want this kwacha? Then, ma paddy you for be steady Cause life no dey look like how them make e seem for Tele You dey want this dollar? Stack up some more, even if you're weary Focus on your dream, whip your cream Cake up cake up, no money, no cherry In future you wan make your kiddie trip or turn Dede Ayew? Are you so lazy? Then, you for wake up ma paddy From your mat, get set, get ready To make some Kwacha like Sark or Abedi (Like Sark or Abedi) (Like Sark or Abedi) [Verse 6: Wanlov] Kubɔlɔ! Just for the kishi I turn to obishi Wey I dey make Kwarshie Dey chop omɔ shishi More money, more problems More problems, Less money Wonder if Biggie Smallie fit chop mɔmɔni Fffmm! That go be very smelly Diet am plus peanut bu*ter plus some jelly Lack of the kwacha dey make latcha dey faa you Your vim make pachapacha like dem dey mua you Brown gavel, black robe, white wig, green judges Anas catch you like thief in some hedges You wan use takashi try commot but no no We dey hold you tight like some mosquito toto Are you a dead dwarf goat or dead red sokoto? Not kidding but kudi last night made her kotow [Hook: Drumroll]