Blood Money No Be Money

Intro

Dem call am yahoo...

But when we check am, na ritual

You take life to buy Benz?

Omo... e no go end well

Listen...

Verse 1

He tell us say na “client” e dey format

Laptop light for face, but na calabash for back pocket

Mama think say e dey school for Lagos

No know say her son don sign pact with person wey no get shadow

Two months later, e come back with chain

GLK 2023, but e no fit sleep for rain

E say “na grace”, we say “na whose blood?”

Because since e come, three girls for area don miss, no word

Pre-Chorus

Fast money dey sweet for mouth

But e dey bitter for grave

You no fit enjoy wetin spirit give

If na soul you use pay

Chorus

Blood money no be money oh

E go shine for club, but e go die for corner

You spray for hotel, you call 20 women

But that same room go be where you answer

Blood money no be money oh

Weed no go cool your head, Hennessy no go save you

When dem come collect their own at 2am

You go shout, but who go hear you?

Na animal you go die, no be human oh

Verse 2

E check into De Executive Hotel Room 302

Pop Ace, burn colos, girls dey dance for voodoo

Spray dollar like say e be pure water

But by morning, e don stiff, tongue comot like slaughter

Police come, dem say “na heart attack”

But we wey know, we know say na payback

Babalawo no tell am say interest dey

You take 5 years to enjoy, you pay with eternity

Now him mama dey wear black for son wey no reach 25

Him Benz dey police station, girls don japa, friends no dey alive

All that “I don hammer” post for IG

Now na “Rest in Peace” comment dey fill the feed

Bridge

Young boy, hear me now —

Laptop no go bring you ritual

If e no pure, make e no enter your hand

No be every door wey open na blessing

Some na grave wey dem paint with gold sand

If you dey for am already — come out!

Confess, run, pray, make dem no use you for doubt

Better to waka for leg than to ride for coffin

Better to chop garri than chop blood wey dey hot in

Chorus

Blood money no be money oh

E go buy you friends, but e go sell your soul

You die for hotel, no mama, no pastor

Just weed, women, and bottle wey dem no open

Blood money no be money oh

When e finish, e finish you

Na animal you go die, no be human oh

No be human oh... no be human oh...

Outro

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To every boy wey think say na “fast lane”...

The lane dey end for ditch.

Choose work. Choose life.

Because blood money... no dey buy second life.

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