Lyrics Fast Money, Fast Cars - M.I Abaga, WizKid

Fast Money, Fast Cars

If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up
If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up
Cause she’s all about the money
She’s all about the money
Cause she’s all about the money
She’s all about the money
Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo
Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo
Tóba lowo, naughty boy
Tóba lowo, naughty boy
T’oba lowo o ma tele e lo, tele e lo
She said I want Gucci for couchie
Cash for the ass.
Kudi for the booty
See my man, I heavy duty
I get money like 50
I run the city like Louis Pretty
I’m pretty, see the people glitterati
I’m only interested in the boy
Who runs the show like I like Peter Ababa
I will do Tjoe, Kelly Hansome Is handsome
I’ll tell him when I see him
But if I want a man It’ll be Keke or D1
She said what you driving baby boy
Cos an End of discussion
Will signal end of discussion
Seven Series, if you’re serious
You can get this godly lyrics
If you got them diamonds
Earrings you can have the clothes
Am wearing.
I’m into governance
Senators, ambassadors or the
Big boys cos they always throwing
Cash at us.
Stacking that brandy
From my packets on your bed
And I’m good in the service
That’s why they always holla back like
If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up
If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up
Cause she’s all about the money
She’s all about the money
Cause she’s all about the money
She’s all about the money
Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo
Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo
Tóba lowo, naughty boy
Tóba lowo, naughty boy
T’oba lowo o ma tele e lo, tele e lo
She said call me a hustler
You can be my customer.
When
I’m in an X5 there nobody can question ya
Dolci and Gabbana, Cuba as fine as cigar
You need naira, you need dollar 2009 Impala
Pop your collar, wear your zara designer
There’s no more drama.
I want with
Big boys, Daniel to Barrack Obama
Yaradua, Goodluck.
See I want
The presido, Mike Adenuga types
I need a man to make me glow
She said I like Jim Iyke but Dangote is better yet
I like first class seats but I prefer a private jet
And I don’t need a dude who’s bank
Account is very large
I want the man who owns the bank
The head nigga in charge
I’m into tycoons, CEOs very rich
I’m a high brand chic, I’m an Island chic
How I cruise, see the swag, Jimi shoes
Felly bag.
I’m an oil rig chic not a Mr. Biggs chic
If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up
If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up
Cause she’s all about the money
She’s all about the money
Cause she’s all about the money
She’s all about the money
Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo
Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo
Tóba lowo, naughty boy
Tóba lowo, naughty boy
T’oba lowo o ma tele e lo, tele e lo
She’s an aristo girl, she’s a cristos girl
She’s making those connects like a Sisqo girl
She cops what she sees, lot of stops overseas
She’s an arts for extreme
She shops for a week
She’s VIP, don’t need I. V, just C.I.D
She’s V.I.G.
Paparazzi wanna see her
The girls wanna be her
She’s a star cos she’s got
(Fast money, fast cars)
Mama use to tell her all you’ve got is pride
Ashawo na Ashawo, no matter what you drive
Don’t spend your life to buy money
Cos you can’t spend money to buy life
Mama use to say baby you are who you are
No matter how fast your money or your car
Don’t spend your life to buy money
Cos you can’t spend money to buy life
If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up
If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up
Cause she’s all about the money
She’s all about the money
Cause she’s all about the money
She’s all about the money
Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo
Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo
Tóba lowo, naughty boy
Tóba lowo, naughty boy
T’oba lowo o ma tele e lo, tele e lo