Olamide - Billion Talk lyrics

Boluwatife, one billion plus one billion Two billion So what are we talking about? Billion talk Riddimakulayo My ni**as talking all that billion talk I'm hustling to pack the billion up I'm trying to break this generational curse Some ni**as doing popping competition in the club I do not care girl I do not care I know it's crazy but life is not fair I do not care girl I do not care I'm hustling tryna make it outta here Money sweet like candy, high you like brandy Poverty fit make jumboy look like Aghadi Money sweet like candy, high you like brandy Money weh dey make girls weh you no born call you daddy Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion Money weh dey make girls weh you no born call you daddy Why I no go wan hammer Mego, no grammar If I no hammer, I'm a big magga Omo life go too bitter like I use data Running city with my gees, when I pull up in my Bs Everybody wanna offend me, wanna know about my beef I ain't rolling with no rats but I be getting my Gs I'm only crazy like popo, my money making em freezer My ni**as talking all that billion talk I'm hustling to pack the billion up I'm trying to break this generational curse Some ni**as doing popping competition in the club I do not care girl I do not care I know it's crazy but life is not fair I do not care girl I do not care I'm hustling tryna make it outta here Money sweet like candy, high you like brandy Poverty fit make jumboy look like Aghadi Money sweet like candy, high you like brandy Money weh dey make girls weh you no born call you daddy Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion Money weh dey make girls weh you no born call you daddy Harder, I keep going harder I'm tryna surpass the legacy of my father Mother, I re te si omo da Who called the shot tete nor know the top shotta Smell of the money dey make me happy If not for hustling where would I be Shout out my ni**as in Abu Dabi All of my plugs whe dey live for Yankee Those in jail weh no snitch on the G Hope you make it back in harmony and peace We run the city now, we got the keys When you make it back home you still gon' be rich Billion, billion Billion, billion Billion, billion talk Riddimakulayo