Olamide – 999
Olamide Billion Talk Lyrics
Olamide : Batife ,1 billion plus 1 billion
Milly : 2 billion
Olamide : So what are we talking about ???
Milly : Billion talks
[Pre-Chorus]
My niggas under about talk
I’m hustling to pack the billion up
I’m trynna break that generational curse
Some niggas 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 just to make it outta here
Money sweet like candy
High you like brandy
Poverty fit make young boy look like agadi
Money sweet like candy
Money wey dey make girls wey you nor born call you daddy
[Chorus]
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money wey dey make girls wey you nor born call you daddy
[Verse 2]
Why I nor
Go wan hammer
Yem ego
No grammar
If I nor hammer
I’m big maga
Omo life go too bitter
Like I use dagger
Run the city with my gees
When I pull up in my beast
Everybody want to fe mi
Wanna know about my bitch
Ain’t rolling with no rat
But I be getting my cheese
I’m on a crazy like popo
My money making them freeze
[Pre-Chorus]
My niggas under about talk
I’m hustling to pack the billion up
I’m trynna break that generational curse
Some niggas 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 just to make it outta here
Money sweet like candy
High you like brandy
Poverty fit make young boy look like agadi
Money sweet like candy
Money wey dey make girls wey you nor born call you daddy
[Chorus]
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money sweet
Billion
Money wey dey make girls wey you nor born call you daddy
[Verse 3]
Harder
I keep going harder
I’m Trynna suppose the legacy of my father mother
I re te si omo da
Who called the shot tete nor know the top shotta
Spend all of the money dey make me happy
If not for hustling where would I be
Shout out my niggas in abu dahbi
All of my plug wey dey live for yankee
Those in jail wey nor snitch on a gee
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