Olamide – Billion Talk Lyrics

Olamide Ft Milly – Billion Talk Lyrics

[Intro] Boluwatife, one billion plus one billion, two billion
So what are we talking about, billion talk, riddimakulayo

[Pre-Chorus] My niqqas talking all that billion talk, I’m hustling to better billion up
I’m trying to break this generational curse, some niqqas doing pooping 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

 

[Bridge] 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

[Chorus] 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

 

[Verse 1] 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

 

[Pre-Chorus] My niqqas talking all that billion talk
I’m hustling to better billion up
I’m trying to break this generational curse
Some niqqas doing pooping 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

 

[Bridge] 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

[Chorus] 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

[Verse 2] Harder, I keep going harder, tryna surpa$$ the legacy of my father
Madder, (?), who con dey sho tete know the (?)
Smell of the money dey make me happy, if not for hustling where would I be
Shout out my niqqas in Abudabhi, all of my plugs whe dey live for Yankee
Those in jail weh no snitch on the G, so pray make you back in harmonium peace
We run the city now, we got the keys, (?)

[Outro] Billion, billion, billion, billion, billion, billion talk
Riddimakulayo