A song made by SHUAIB A.I🌹🌹🌹🌹
A song made by SHUAIB A.I🌹🌹🌹🌹
Yeah yeah
Make I talk this thing oh
E dey pain me sha
When I no get money, family no dey pick my call
Now wey money enter, everybody wan be broda at all
Your own blood go judge you based on wetin you carry
No be love again, na packaging matter oh
Same people wey look me with one kind eye
Now dem dey form close, calling me big guy
Abi na because say I don blow small?
Family na family until money enter the wall
Money over blood, that's how e be now
No respect if you no get dough
This generation, we don lose our way oh
Packaging over person, that's the show
Money over blood, wahala!
If you broke, you be stranger
This generation, e choke!
Packaging over person, omo!
Your uncle go siddon you for party if you no shine
But the day you pull up in Benz, you go collect front line
E no be cap, na reality we dey live
Respect don turn commodity wey money dey give
Same aunty wey tell you say you no go make am
Now she dey post your picture, calling you her gem
When poverty catch you, dem go distance demself
But prosperity come, everybody wan dey your shelf
Money over blood, that's how e be now
No respect if you no get dough
This generation, we don lose our way oh
Packaging over person, that's the show
Money over blood, chai!
If you broke, you be stranger
This generation, see this one!
Packaging over person, no cap!
But person pikin, make we remember
True love no get price oh
Abi?