Lyrics
How you gonna eat when your doctor starving?
How you gonna hate when I′m out here hustling?
My old school friend say she wants some loving
Oh no, baby girl, you must be bluffing
People talk like say dem know me
Only pop up when they see my glory
Baby girl wan take back to my story
I swear, back then, you ignored me
Only things changed, they changed, I can't complain
See me pull up inna range and a morte
She be calling on my phone, tryna swing my way
Man, I turn up to the club before she delay, ah yeah
Now they screaming on my name when I jump on stage
How you gonna eat when your doctor starving?
How you gonna hate when I′m out here hustling?
My old school friend say she wants some loving
Oh no, baby girl, you must be bluffing
I got my Gs inna Louis V
I got my Gs in the Lambo
I got my Gs every other day
Any time we commot, we know how we handle chicks
Baby, don't be capping, no
Anything I throw dem go catching o
If I put it down, dem go vibe you know
Any gbedu I dey e dey catch, you know
I pray for the brother, wey don come, wey don die, don go
I pray for the good life for me and my brother, make we glow
See as this fresh mic, we spend like
We shine like all the money in the sky like
How you gonna eat when your doctor starving?
How you gonna hate when I′m out here hustling?
My old school friend say she wants some loving
Oh no, baby girl, you must be bluffing
I be on my grind o, dem be watching time go
When I pull up e be vibe o, money on arrival o
Now she calling for a ride home, if you are getting high o
But dem gather wan do the most job
How you gonna eat when your doctor starving?
How you gonna hate when I′m out here hustling?
My old school friend say she wants some loving
Oh no, baby girl, you must be bluffing
Written by: Anidugbe Sikiru, Joshua Ogunmokun, Nana Agyemang, Ross Bayeto