Top Songs By Ian Jazzi
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Frederick Oshodi
Songwriter
Nana Afua Kennedy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sharabia
Producer
Lyrics
This one goes out to all the plenty papas,
The ones with plenty dollars
I see you money man
J-A-Z-double to the I
N double K they call me NKK
Many men wanna make my day
Feeling fine, with my feel fine face
Got that bundant bunda with real tight waist
Make him peanut butter with my real life cake
He wanna be my boo
So we shopping boutique
Break the bank
Cause he likes my ting
Anything I want say he wanna buy it
Cause he love my apple bottom
Say he wanna bite it
So now we zooming through the town with the top down
Live a life of lux when I come round
Gotta a couple bags with the long gown
Then he buy me diamonds so I'm iced out
Pass the Prada
Found a baller
Plenty papa
Plenty dollar
Money talks and it tickles me
With a man like him I stay laughing
No money
No route
You can't come here without
I said
No money
No route
You can't come here without
Money makes the world go round
And money makes her frown go down
And money makes the world go round
And money makes her frown go down
Pretty girls love money
They love the money
Pretty girls love money
They love the money
Pretty girls love money
They love the money
Pretty girls love money
If you don't have
Then I'm sorry
You no dey get money
How you go dey chop love
You no dey get money
How you go dey chop love
You ain't got money
You ain't getting no love
You ain't got money
You ain't getting no love
You no dey get money
How you go dey chop love
Chop love, chop love, chop love
You no dey get money
How you go dey chop love
Chop love, chop love, chop love
Love sweeter when the money longer
Dinner, bottles, breaky Airport
Different city we vibe and get jiggy
She took 3 steps, My god! It's still jiggles
Baby girl a flame
She the littlest in the game
Best thing that I've seen
Long minute in the game
Damn
Take a look at that body
When did God create a new body
Piled up a stack and told her let's get it
Swear down my heart missed a beat
She so damn fine, I feel I'm a beast
Beauty and the beast
Baby girl move to the beat
You the reason I dey jam
You make my bread sweet
Listennn…
You can whatever that you want
You the baddest of them all
Mirror mirror on the wall
How you gon woo you a boo
You ain't got no cool
Can't afford a coop
Barely food
Ain't you heard
That cash rules
You ain't got no class
Did you go to school
We someplace foreign
Most people don't know
No money
No route
You can't come here without
No money
No route
You can't come here without
Money makes the world go round
And money makes her frown go down
And money makes the world go round
And money makes her frown go down
Pretty girls love money
They love the money
Pretty girls love money
They love the money
Pretty girls love money
They love the money
Pretty girls love money
If you don't have,
Then I'm sorry
You no dey get money
How you go dey chop love
You no dey get money
How you go dey chop love
You ain't got money
You ain't getting no love
You ain't got money
You ain't getting no love
You no dey get money
How you go dey chop love
Chop love, chop love, chop love
You no dey get money
How you go dey chop love
Chop love, chop love, chop love
Chop love love love
Written by: Ian Frederick Oshodi, Nana Afua Kennedy
