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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Marnz Malone
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marnz Malone
Songwriter
Bee9ine Music
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stacks Beats
Executive Producer
Lyrics
Ah
Aunty hi
Me I no dey lie
This kind of money God don cosign
The things way me I don Dey find
Unfolding itself before my eyes
This a trenchsong for the ones who's got someone locked up
So I thank you to all the real ones who support us
Aunty funke my love
E no easy from the ghetto place when you wanna come home
And in the streets yh am stuck
A mackerel feast is what's you back to my **** if u fuck up
So slow down if you can't ride with me
Cause I got another lover wey go ride for me
If you can't reach me
Then just write to me
But I write all of them letters them nor write to me
Only God can judge me so I lie to the judge
Gangster, Hoodlum, they said am thug to the law
Aunty funke make you no dull me at all, may you no dull me, make you no dull me at all
Aunty hi
Me I no dey lie
This kind of money God don cosign
The things way me I don Dey find
Unfolding itself before my eyes
This a trenchsong for the ones who's got someone locked up
So I thank you to all the real ones who support us
This kind of money make her act bad
I think is funny you getting mad
You wanna be a G, I want the bag
I can't trust no one they will do me like dad
You say you love me then do me like that
I gave him a pistol with few in the mag
Am not your brother don't call me your ahk
In the trenches where I spent the whole summer locked up
I see him try run but he tripped up when he got shot
Aunty funke my love
Like wretch 32 and my Song on maktub I been saying don't go
In the trenches am home
She didn't wanna know when I was on a low
Now they calling my phone
Look
This kind of money make her act bad
I think is funny you getting mad
You wanna be a G, I want the bag
I can't trust no one they will do me like dad
You say you love me then do me like that
I gave him a pistol with few in the mag
Am not your brother don't call me your ahk
Aunty hi
Me I no dey lie
This kind of money God don cosign
The things way me I don Dey find
Unfolding itself before my eyes
This a trenchsong for the ones who's got someone locked up
So I thank you to all the real ones who support us
Written by: Bee9ine Music, Marnz Malone