Billion Talk Lyrics By Olamide feat. Milly

Billion Talk Lyrics By Olamide feat. Milly

Boluwatife,one billion plus one billion

Two billion

So what are we talking about?

Billion talk

Riiiiiii.....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

Riii...Riddimakulayo!