Fast Money Fast Cars ft. Wizkid Lyrics

If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up

If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up

Cos she’s all about the money, (she’s all about the money)

Cos 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 ash 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 girl delirious

If you got dem diamonds earings you can have the clothes am wearing

I’m into governors senators, ambassadors

Oil big boys cos they always throwing cash at us

Stacking that brandy from my bak is 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

Cos she’s all about the money, (she’s all about the money)

Cos 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

Pull up in an X5 there nobody can question ya

Dolce 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 the 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 nigger 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 Fendi 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

Cos she’s all about the money, (she’s all about the money)

Cos 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 see I.D, she’s B.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, o matter what you drive

Don’t spend your life to buy money

Cos you cant 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 cant 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

Cos she’s all about the money, (she’s all about the money)

Cos 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