Lyrics Billion Talk - Olamide, Milly

Billion Talk

Boluwatife, one billion plus one billion
Two billion
So what are we talking about?
Billion talk
Riddimakulayo
My niggas talking all that billion talk
I’m hustling to pack the billion up
I’m trying to break this generational curse
Some niggas doing popping competition in the club
I do not care girl I do not care
I know it’s crazy but life is not fair
I do not care girl I do not care
I’m hustling tryna make it outta here
Money sweet like candy, high you like brandy
Poverty fit make jumboy look like Aghadi
Money sweet like candy, high you like brandy
Money weh dey make girls weh you no born call you daddy
Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion
Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion
Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion
Money weh dey make girls weh you no born call you daddy
Why I no go wan hammer
Mego, no grammar
If I no hammer, I’m a big magga
Omo life go too bitter like I use data
Running city with my gees, when I pull up in my Bs
Everybody wanna offend me, wanna know about my beef
I ain’t rolling with no rats but I be getting my Gs
I’m only crazy like popo, my money making em freezer
My niggas talking all that billion talk
I’m hustling to pack the billion up
I’m trying to break this generational curse
Some niggas doing popping competition in the club
I do not care girl I do not care
I know it’s crazy but life is not fair
I do not care girl I do not care
I’m hustling tryna make it outta here
Money sweet like candy, high you like brandy
Poverty fit make jumboy look like Aghadi
Money sweet like candy, high you like brandy
Money weh dey make girls weh you no born call you daddy
Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion
Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion
Money sweet, billion, money sweet, billion
Money weh dey make girls weh you no born call you daddy
Harder, I keep going harder
I’m tryna surpass the legacy of my father
Mother, I re te si omo da
Who called the shot tete nor know the top shotta
Smell of the money dey make me happy
If not for hustling where would I be
Shout out my niggas in Abu Dabi
All of my plugs whe dey live for Yankee
Those in jail weh no snitch on the G
Hope you make it back in harmony and peace
We run the city now, we got the keys
When you make it back home you still gon' be rich
Billion, billion
Billion, billion
Billion, billion talk
Riddimakulayo