Making Money Hard Lyrics

Yeah Yeah

They call me Dem Zadi

Yeah Yeah

Me I got a story to tell

Me I got a story to tell (Ehe)

When I broke, see I no well oh

If you no get money, you no well oh

Master, Master

Anyone I see, I call am master

Them call me anything then, even bastard

Bouncer, bounce me for club I tell am thank sir

Making money turn me to Rasta eh

Your mama dey suffer

But you dey, dey pop champagne for Ghana (Yeye)

Your mama dey suffer

But you dey drink Hennessy for Cubana (Yeye)

Your mama dey suffer

But you dey, dey pop champagne for Ghana (Yeye)

Your mama dey suffer

But you dey drink Hennessy for Cubana (Yeye)

Making Money Hard oh

Making Money Hard oh

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Making Money Hard (Ehen)

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I don see many things

Everyday I dey hustle without any sleep

I dey make money, make I fit to buy anything

Na poor man wey dey talk say Hennessy no sweet (Ehe)

Okoro money don finish oh

Okoro money don finish oh (Na woman oh)

When he go ask me money

I go tell am make he go meet Amaka and Belinda eh

Your mama dey suffer

But you dey, dey pop champagne for Ghana (Yeye)

Your mama dey suffer

But you dey drink Hennessy for Cubana (Yeye)

Your mama dey suffer

But you dey, dey pop champagne for Ghana (Yeye)

Your mama dey suffer

But you dey drink Hennessy for Cubana (Yeye)

Making Money Hard oh

Making Money Hard oh

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Making Money Hard (Ehen)

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