Lyrics

Every day, I dey run my race, make dem no complain
Every day, when I roll my J, think about the days
When the girls no dey see my face like a masquerade
I was running (running, running, running)
(Running, running-running)
Omo, you dey see my life
Girls on my left and right
Back in the days, I was so lonely
Now, I dey with four, five guys
I'm young and I'm rich, I'm fuego
I no go count bridges for ego
Brown and bad like Lupita Nyong'o
Come whine it on me, my philo'-lo' (come whine, come whine, come whine)
I'm fine, too sexy, yeah
Got no time for stressing, yeah
Too cool, six, nine on my jersey (yeah)
Can't touch me, do like Messi (yeah)
I'm fine, too sexy, yeah
Got no time for stressing, yeah
Too cool, six, nine on my jersey (yeah)
Can't touch me, do like Messi
They say my music screaming misogyny
But, I still steal your girl like Anini
I realize say everything na vanity
But I still got it just in case of anything
I'm in a mansion, name on a property
With palm trees like I dey for Miami
Riding solo (riding solo)
Where the money dey, na there me I wan go (go)
I caught a case on the same road my mom lives (that's facts)
That's life when you grew up in a dungeon (huh)
Now these haters tryna add up all my outfits (yes)
And this ice weigh more than a hundred (uh-huh)
Too fine, so sexy, yeah
Can't let no bad bitch stress me, yeah
Blew a bag that was hefty, yeah
Got a stick with a (huh), that's my bestie, yeah
Every day, I dey run my race, make dem no complain
Every day, when I roll my J, think about the days
When the girls no dey see my face like a masquerade
I was running, running, running, running
Running, running, uh (can't catch me)
Omo, you dey see my life (see my life)
Girls on my left and right (left and right)
Back in the days, I was so lonely
Now, I dey with four, five guys (four, five guys)
I'm young and I'm rich, I'm fuego (fuego)
I no go count bridges for ego (for ego)
Brown and bad like Lupita Nyong'o
Come whine it on me, my philo'-lo' (philo'-lo')
I'm fine, too sexy, yeah
Got no time for stressing, yeah
Too cool, six, nine on my jersey (yeah)
Can't touch me, do like Messi (yeah)
I'm fine, too sexy, yeah
Got no time for stressing, yeah
Too cool, six, nine on my jersey (yeah)
Can't touch me, do like Messi
Too fine, so sexy, yeah
Can't let no bad bitch stress me, yeah
Blew a bag that was hefty, yeah
Got a stick with a (huh), that's my bestie, yeah
(I should call my girls)
(My jersey)