Money on your head like a Naija man
Head like a Naija man
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Money on your head like a Naija
Ayy, ayy, like a Naija man
Karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
Gyal throw K’s on the net, but see us in the flesh
And, always get shy with man
I just put a five on my feet
Everybody lookin’ like “Ooh, he a pricey man”
Karma, karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
You know that I’m steppin’ in fashion
Designer splashin’, hashtag I dont slip up
Pretty one, way too attractive
I’ve gotta have it
I think I’ve got my hands on a winner
Loose, I’ll turn your main man to a swimmer
Trap mash ’nuff and them bands come quicker
She wan’ a Harlem Boy, oi
Cah she heard that Harlem’s realer
Omg she pretty, pretty
Always get shy when she see me, see me
Barbies are throwin’ up K’s
And they scream “Free Mizzy, Mizzy”
Me like “Where are ya, silly, silly?”
I got bassy on me not a flicky, flicky
Aye on the other side to go fishin’
Mad Man done him, what a pity pity
Karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
Gyal throw K’s on the net, but see us in the flesh
And, always get shy with man
I just put a five on my feet
Everybody lookin’ like “Ooh, he a pricey man”
Karma, karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
Money on your head like a Naija (Naija)
Give you many things, tell you lumba (lumba)
If I was to call would you answer? (answer)
I wanna see you whine this your backa
I just wanna play wid it, play wid it
Just wanna say “hey to it, hey to it”
Me I no go play with you, play with you
Me I wanna game with you, game with you
Turn the O two to the O three
Swear to God your girl, yeah, she know me
Me and my niggas never fold G
Baby we can do it on the lowkey
Nigga was upon kilo koshi
You don’t wanna run up with my OG
Shout out nigga Loski, that’s his broski
Gyal I wanna give you all the money
Karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
Gyal throw K’s on the net, but see us in the flesh
And, always get shy with man
I just put a 5 on my feet
Everybody lookin’ like “Ooh, he a pricey man”
Karma, karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
Mi ah no mek a bubble, say splash
Hit it from the back and say “Baby, throw it back”
Harlem boy with Italian swag
Got my slim fits fallin’ cah my tool’s in my pants
They don’t ever come round my side
Me and SA on the night ride
Pretty ones askin’ what’s my life’s like
Faded, splash on all of my paigons
We gon’ get rich at the right time
Karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
Gyal throw K’s on the net, but see us in the flesh
And, always get shy with man
I just put a five on my feet
Everybody lookin’ like “Ooh, he a pricey man”
Karma, karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
Karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
Gyal throw K’s on the net, but see us in the flesh
And, always get shy with man
I just put a five on my feet
Everybody lookin’ like “Ooh, he a pricey man”
Karma, karma when we fry up man
I put money on your head like a Naija man
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