All Eyes on Me (feat. Barry Jhay) - Portable

Odin-din ọmọ (odin-din ọmọ) Uh-uh-uh Wicked (allow) Wo, so many things wey don sup (sup), iron wey don rust (allow) People wey don kpeme, body wey don rot Jẹjẹ ní mọ ṣáyé, miofe báwọn k'aba mọ (wo, wo, wo) Mode bẹ'rù àyé tótó, ọmọ ẹ'dá adamọ See, I dey work, I dey pray, all my giants I dey slay (slay) Tàn imole sáyé mí, I don't wanna go astray Make my hustle pay (pay), k'ogun àyémi fail (fail) K'ìjì ma jamí, kí ńmá ṣe r'ogun hurricane (allow) Bàbá l'òkè, jọ'wọ', ṣ'Ami s'àdúrà mí (s'àdúrà mí) Funmi ní Ferrari, k'owá bámi m'Acura mí (m'Acura mí) Funmi lágbára, májẹ kó remi (allow) Ma jẹk'àiyé yemi, má jẹk'ojú timí (wo, wo, wo) Uh, e don dey tay wey I don dey ask You (ask you) For the money, kinle ball bi Lukaku (bi Lukaku) Uh, and I know say You go run am (allow) 'Cause for me to be broke is a taboo Me, I no pray make person own spoil oh Say my own e no fit spoil oh Make my metal no rust, make dem no find me oh Ki mummy mi jèrè mí oh Daddy ti ṣ'àdúrà fún mí oh Wípé mámálo, mámábo oh Ńkan òní tabala mí lésẹ, oh na, bala mí lésẹ oh Ṣebi you talk say I no go beg for food Òun t'ẹnu májẹ, o tí dá látìgbà t'oti dàmi Má fimisilẹ Bàbá, no way, no way, no way, no way Ma fimisilẹ Bàbá, no way, no way Bámi ṣ'Ami ṣ'àdúrà mí, bí mọ ṣe ń hustle (bí mọ ṣe ń hustle) F'ìdáhùn sí ìbe'rẹ' mí, bí mọ ṣe ń rọju (ṣe ń rọju) Jẹ'kí irawo mí tàn, k'ọmọ yìn bubble (allow) Adùn niko gbẹ̀yìn eh, bí mo ṣe ń struggle (Jésù) 'Cause, 'cause nkan yapa t'ojú ri Motí kò iyepe filling, mo déti ṣ'alàgbàfo rí (ṣ'alàgbàfo rí) Uh, modupẹ torí Ìwọ l'alàgbàwí (allow, allow) You're the reason for my riches, Ìwọ l'oṣe rábà yii Ọmọ gutter di onílé, d'onílé odi olọ'nà (di olọ'nà) Owó ní mo wa, mò pàdé ọla, àti iyì l'ọ'nà Eyán Tope Alabi, orẹ mí o common Mu lamba sílè kàn mo, gbo l'àiyé dé Aljana (wo, wo, wo) God, I wanna thank You for Your blessings (for Your blessings) For the ups and downs, for the lessons (for the lessons) Ogun àyémi létí ṣẹ ńsìn (létí ṣẹ ńsìn) Ẹni p'orímí níbí o má tẹsi Me, I no pray make person own spoil oh Say my own e no fit spoil oh Make my metal no rust, make dem no find me oh Kí mummy mí jèrè m oh Daddy ti ṣ'àdúrà fún mí oh Wípé mámálo, mámábo oh Ńkan òní tabala mí lésẹ, oh na, bala mí lésẹ oh Shebi you talk say I no go beg for food Òun t'enu májẹ, o tí dá látìgbà t'oti dàmi Má fimisilẹ Bàbá, no way, no way, no way, no way Má fimisilẹ Bàbá, no way, no way Wozzy (wozzy) Wicked (Spyritmyx)

I keeps that dirty money, I'm talkin' fast cash I'm talkin' razor shavin', I'm talkin' duffle bags I'm talkin' you can count it papi it's all there I'm talkin' cookin' up that 'Slumdog Millionare' I like them fast girls, who like them fast cars Who rather sell it to ya than ask for more tomorrow I know those YSL platforms ain't comin' cheap And plus I like to show, I gets it from the streets I'm gettin' dressed like I belong on TV Settle for less, hell no, that wouldn't be me Hate now all eyes on me, pay it now I skipped the line for free Bass loud how it's got to be, hate now all eyes on me I see your name in lights, your face on the big screen Let's cruise drop the top you deserve to be seen Rockin' them Prada goggles, you're my next top model Your style like Jackie, yo now just sit back and let 'em marvel I know you see this paper, I bet you count my cash Countless trips to sex with her make Kata Perkin bags New [Incomprehensible] let that quench your thirst Damn right those *** hate 'cause they just mad you had it first I'm gettin' dressed like I belong on TV Settle for less, hell no, that wouldn't be me Hate now all eyes on me, hate now I skipped the line for free Bass loud how it's got to be, hate now all eyes on me Jockin' my swag I'll pop tags, you'll be borrowin' No drinks in here ya'll thirsty, we be swallowin' Don't matter where I go them haters be followin' me So hate now I know what girls like, know what you lookin' for Them tights is fittin' right, you hyped them up some more You pulled that hair back stick that *** out for them boys to see You damn near broke your heel from posin' tryin' to catch a G Gucci, Fendi, Louis, your man don't do that, do he? Now take the stage, the floor is yours come on let's make a movie Work that camera mama, rip that runway baby Now pop yo collar, see them dollar signs is why they hate me I'm gettin' dressed like I belong on TV Settle for less, hell no, that wouldn't be me Hate now all eyes on me, pay it now I skipped the line for free Bass loud how it's got to be, hate now all eyes on me She know that, uh, she know that, uh Yes sir, uh, she know that, uh, yes sir