[Intro]
(Ayo, Pee, turn it up, turn me up)
[Chorus]
I'm still writing raps and classics, I guess I can't control the passion
Ten years into my bag, no coming up short like Frodo Baggins
My homies pull up in Bentleys when I touch down, then I throw my bags in
Dollar signs on my captions, you can't relate, you don't know what's happening
[Verse 1]
I do want a relationship and I want it ASAP with a girl like RiRi
If your girlfriend trying to see me, go on, girl, share, man, don't be greedy
So your man wasn't rocking with me 'til they saw me on the fucking TV
Funny how I came from the bottom, now girls wanna give me top to please me
I came from a place called Ghana, that's where I get my slang and swagger
Big up M.I. Abaga, African legend, that's my brother
Come spend a few nights in Accra, see how we live, welcome Akwaaba
That's similar to living in Gaza
One day soon, ego bee Inshallah
If man show me enough respect, then we all good, all the best
My favorite language is Ga and business, stop the long talk and cut the cheque
Me, I'ma roll with a bitch for two things, one for friendship or for sex
She want make I buy 'em a Birkin bag, you must have fell and bumped your head
[Refrain]
Says she want my money, oh, for that Dolce and Gabbana
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
Says she want my money, oh, for that Gucci and designer
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
She want my money, oh, for that Dolce and Gabbana
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
Says she want my money, oh, for that Gucci and designer
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
[Verse 2]
Came through and killed the game, I guess you could say that's a crime of passion
And they ain't had to call my name, I just seen a lane and I sprung right to action
The only time that they catch mee gassin' is if I puffed and passed it
And trust me, you could get lined and crossed out if you cause an infraction
My mama told me in this life the proudest thing you can be is yourself
So I don't believe in the hype or buy in the image they trying to sell
'Cause behind all of that Prada, Gucci are little boys crying for help
And I see all the fear in their eyes, you fucking with lions and you a gazelle
[Bridge]
Foolish nigga, ya hw3 ni gyimii bi
Damn, from me, you getting no sympathy
Nah, yeah, I'm doing this shit 'til infinity
Uh, and I know they envy me
Yeah, I know they envy me
[Verse 3]
Look, if it ain't 'bout the money, then keep it short like Tyrion Lannister
I ain't got time for the chit-chat gossip, that shit be raising my temperature
And constantly I gotta check myself 'cause this what has made me sinister
Today, I'm giving 'em game, tomorrow, it might be just pain I administer
[Refrain]
Says she want my money, oh, for that Dolce and Gabbana
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
Says she want my money, oh, for that Gucci and designer
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
She want my money, oh, for that Dolce and Gabbana
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
Says she want my money, oh, for that Gucci and designer
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
[Chorus]
I'm still writing raps and classics, I guess I can't control the passion
Ten years into my bag, no coming up short like Frodo Baggins
My homies pull up in Bentleys when I touch down, then I throw my bags in
Dollar signs on my captions, you can't relate, you don't know what's happening
I'm still writing raps and classics, I guess I can't control the passion
Ten years into my bag, no coming up short like Frodo Baggins
My homies pull up in Bentleys when I touch down, then I throw my bags in
Dollar signs on my captions, you can't relate, you don't know what's happening
[Refrain]
Says she want my money, oh, for that Dolce and Gabbana
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
Says she want my money, oh, for that Gucci and designer
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
She want my money, oh, for that Dolce and Gabbana
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
Says she want my money, oh, for that Gucci and designer
Ebaba ee allez allez o waka waka ee
[Outro]
You don't know
Ha
Thinks that you know, but you don't know
You know, you don't know why it's going on
Ha
Shit