Billion Talk ft. Milly Lyrics

Billion Talk ft. Milly - Olamide

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Intro]

Boluwatife, one billion plus one billion, two billion

So what are we talking about, billion talk, riddem man cool and young

[Pre-Chorus]

My niggas talking all that billion talk, I’m hustling to better billion up

I’m trying to break this generational curse, some niggas doing pooping 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

[Bridge]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]

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

[Pre-Chorus]

My niggas talking all that billion talk

I’m hustling to better billion up

I’m trying to break this generational curse

Some niggas doing pooping 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

[Bridge]

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

[Chorus]

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

[Verse 2]

Harder, I keep going harder, tryna surpass the legacy of my father

Madder, (?), who con dey sho tete know the (?)

Smell of the money dey make me happy, if not for hustling where would I be

Shout out my niggas in Abudabhi, all of my plugs whe dey live for Yankee

Those in jail weh no snitch on the G, so pray make you back in harmonium peace

We run the city now, we got the keys, (?)

[Outro]

Billion, billion, billion, billion, billion, billion talk

Riddem man cool and young