A song made by Glory
A song made by Glory
Intro
Ey, see this one oh!
Who send you?
Verse 1
Broda, you too dey kampe
Walking like you get sense
Your belle dey shake like jelly
But you dey flex with confidence, abi?
You no get money for better shoes
Yet you dey talk about better things
Your girl leave you last Tuesday
Yet you dey hype like you get game
E no get shame at all at all!
You dey play big man on WhatsApp
But your account balance no match your mouth
Wahala! Person pikin!
Chorus
Your business too much, too much, too much!
Your business too much, my broda!
Your business dey scatter scatter!
Who send you come vex everybody, eh?
Your business too much, too much, too much!
Abeg, go sit down somewhere!
Verse 2
You arrive late to everything
But you first to talk when people dey laugh
You no cook, but you shame your woman
Telling her food bitter like medicine, kai!
Your car break down since last month
Yet you dey arrange money for champagne
You owe me since two thousand and late
Still dey smile like you no see me, eii!
Mo gbe! This boy done finish!
You dey copy everything wey I do
But your version always come out small small
See this one oh!
Chorus
Your business too much, too much, too much!
Your business too much, my broda!
Your business dey scatter scatter!
Who send you come vex everybody, eh?
Your business too much, too much, too much!
Abeg, go sit down somewhere!
Outro
E choke! Your business too much!
Wahala! Go sleep!
On God, go find something to do with your life, brother!