Money & Love - Rich Kreflo

Yeah Nobody like me, 'body like me Baby, when I pull up, put you all in my jeans Big lollipop, baby, lick like ice cream Big bad Wiz, Mr. Shift-Your-Panties Fuck you to Buju Banton or Buju Benson Girl, any record, girl, I go make you sing Kneel, she dey pray for the kokomicin I got the holy water, baby, make you come swim My pocket full of money, oh My heart dey full of love, oh, oh, oh Nobody beat her for the dance hall, no Fine lady, she dey bounce along Skin tight for your body, yeah What you dey want na him I want I know Don't stop, make you drag me on What you dey on na him I want take on Now pami, oh, lo mi, oh Burn that spliff, be your Romeo Wa lo mi, oh, ragabomi, oh Got your back, wa sun bi, oh Ja sungba, oh, omo jupa, oh Touch me, I touch as е dey, oh Oya so mi so, ka l'ole, oh Chop, me I chop anoti, oh Jе, je, je, make I give am Je, je, je, ah, ah, ah, ah Je, je, je, make I give am Je, je, je E say, oh, ay, oh Say the money I go supply, oh Thing long from LA to Okokomaiko And we fit fly enter Mumbai, oh Pretty lady, all you want, say na one time, oh S'ewo l'odun bayi? Jo, t'aba dele s'ama jupa? I dey feel fine, make me feel nice Pass two shot for this one night My pocket full of money, oh My heart dey full of love, oh, oh, oh Nobody beat her for the dance hall, no Fine lady she dey bounce along Skin tight for your body, yeah What you dey want na him I want I know Don't stop, make you drag me on What you dey on na him I want take on Now pami, oh, lomi, oh Burn that spliff, be your Romeo Wa lo mi, oh, ragabomi, oh Got your back, wa sun bi, oh Ja sungba, oh, omo jupa, oh Touch me, I touch as e dey, oh Oya so mi so, ka l'ole, oh Chop, me I chop anoti, oh Je, je, je, make I give am Je, je, je, ah, ah, ah, ah Je, je, je, make I give am Je, je, je Yeah, your body badder, don dey make me gba'na oh My Mama dey call, omo, me, I no go Boomboclatt, eenie meenie miney moe Eternal touching, make me feel I don go Fine girl t'ofe pa mi oh Hmm, omo, this kind love Hmm, say make I touch and give am properly Hmm, make I give am normally Hmm

Yeah, no self-control on my own Alone in niggas to loathe when the money go missing, yeah In my wallet, in my rib cage I love, love enough for comfort, knowing money go with it I told her whether you like it or not This thing of ours tied in a knot, I can't hold it no more I don't think these venues supposed to hold venom or I don't think exposure to this cold is for a nigga, boy I don't even know if all these probes is worth bigger toys I be talking shit that it ain't English words fitting for I be in the bottom of the barrel In the studio was raised in, just consumed in my vocation That or loopy in rotation, that or- In the oven shooting movies with some brothers Youthful stupor 'cross our faces, hey, man No self-control on my own Alone in niggas to loathe when the money go missing, yeah In my wallet, in my rib cage I love, love enough for comfort, knowing money go Knowing money go with it