Street 2 Raz Lyrics

Oh nah nah nah nah

Oh yeh yeh yeh

Yeah I goes by name Mr. Fluentzy

The money plenty you know

Temple the beat is crazy though

Swerves

Let ehm know

See

No be say the money dey

No be say the work dey

But man must to make am

Swear man must to make am

The street too raz oo

The hustle don dey cast oo

No joy for the street

This street no be beans

So Charlie if you dey chop oo

Make sure your paddy man no Starve oo

Say everybody go make am

Na only time e dey take ooo

Make you call my mommy

Tell am make she pray for me

The street too raz oo

The hustle don dey cast oo

Yeah

Am going in

I pledge to 9ja my country no be lie

The worst painful part be say

Our government no dey try

I Don pray I Don fast

I Don cast I Don bind

It seems to me like say

Na me wey papa God curse pass

If you cack clean post online

Your Friends go dey comment

You don forget us Gee

See as you dey soft on merriment

Before you know mehn

See the gist done reach mille ear

She go put you on call

Then she go start to dey lament chei

Son wetin you dey do for Accra

Abi na the hustle wey you commot be that

You dey carry money now

You don dey flex with your friends

You've been smoking Igbo

My son been fucking olosho eh

I dey here still dey Starve with one wrapper

Your junior bro for hospital no one to pay his bills

My BP dey rise I've been thinking of you

If you leave your brother die

Say the blood dey your hands eh

Charlie e be the Ghana lifestyle be that nor

When mommcy no know say her Son

Still dey starve na

Na only one Cedi Gari the boy use dey survive now

We still dey run around

Make Ghana kpor kpor no come burst na

No be say the money dey

No be say the work dey

But man must to make am

Swear man must to make am

The street too raz oo

The hustle don dey cast oo

No joy for the street

This street no be beans

So Charlie if you dey chop oo

See make sure your paddy man no Starve oo

Say everybody go make am

Na only time e dey take oo

Make you call my mommy

Tell am make she pray for me

The street too raz oo

The hustle don dey cast oo eh

One year for Accra pocket still raz like this

No money to shave self hair still Raz like this

Dey blast Eriga jam with empty belle press lappy

Oluwa run am for me cuz mommcy suppose happy

As face dry pocket no suppose dry like that

I no wan hustle like Elephant still dey chop like Ant

As popcy no dey we strike hard to make mama smile

Chei God $1million dozz e no go bad

Swerves

No be say the money dey

No be say the work dey

But man must to make am

Swear man must to make am

The street too raz oo

The hustle don dey cast oo

No joy for the street

This street no be beans

So Charlie if you dey chop oo

Make sure paddy man no Starve oo

Say everybody go make am

Na only time e dey take ooo

Make you call my mommy

Tell am make she pray for me

The street too raz oo

The work self don dey cast oo

Make you call my mommy

Tell am make she pray for me

Wetin her son see oo

E too bitter to speak oo yeah

Yeah I goes by name Mr. Fluetnzy

The money plenty you know

Straight I see you

Shoutout to Young G

Big up you my nigga

Temple the beat is crazy though

Yeah, Boss Rich, Respect

Sarpong! cse de3n

You know how we do it nigga

I see you all my nigga

Roy, bless ya

We fucked the mike

Zeh!