Fast Money Fast Cars (Feat. Wizkid) - M.I., WizKid

If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up

If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up

Cause she’s all about the money

She’s all about the money

Cause she’s all about the money

She’s all about the money

Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo

Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo

Tóba lowo, naughty boy

Tóba lowo, naughty boy

T’oba lowo o ma tele e lo, tele e lo

She said I want Gucci for couchie

Cash for the ass.

Kudi for the booty

See my man, I heavy duty

I get money like 50

I run the city like Louis Pretty

I’m pretty, see the people glitterati

I’m only interested in the boy

Who runs the show like I like Peter Ababa

I will do Tjoe, Kelly Hansome Is handsome

I’ll tell him when I see him

But if I want a man It’ll be Keke or D1

She said what you driving baby boy

Cos an End of discussion

Will signal end of discussion

Seven Series, if you’re serious

You can get this godly lyrics

If you got them diamonds

Earrings you can have the clothes

Am wearing.

I’m into governance

Senators, ambassadors or the

Big boys cos they always throwing

Cash at us.

Stacking that brandy

From my packets on your bed

And I’m good in the service

That’s why they always holla back like

If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up

If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up

Cause she’s all about the money

She’s all about the money

Cause she’s all about the money

She’s all about the money

Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo

Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo

Tóba lowo, naughty boy

Tóba lowo, naughty boy

T’oba lowo o ma tele e lo, tele e lo

She said call me a hustler

You can be my customer.

When

I’m in an X5 there nobody can question ya

Dolci and Gabbana, Cuba as fine as cigar

You need naira, you need dollar 2009 Impala

Pop your collar, wear your zara designer

There’s no more drama.

I want with

Big boys, Daniel to Barrack Obama

Yaradua, Goodluck.

See I want

The presido, Mike Adenuga types

I need a man to make me glow

She said I like Jim Iyke but Dangote is better yet

I like first class seats but I prefer a private jet

And I don’t need a dude who’s bank

Account is very large

I want the man who owns the bank

The head nigga in charge

I’m into tycoons, CEOs very rich

I’m a high brand chic, I’m an Island chic

How I cruise, see the swag, Jimi shoes

Felly bag.

I’m an oil rig chic not a Mr. Biggs chic

If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up

If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up

Cause she’s all about the money

She’s all about the money

Cause she’s all about the money

She’s all about the money

Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo

Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo

Tóba lowo, naughty boy

Tóba lowo, naughty boy

T’oba lowo o ma tele e lo, tele e lo

She’s an aristo girl, she’s a cristos girl

She’s making those connects like a Sisqo girl

She cops what she sees, lot of stops overseas

She’s an arts for extreme

She shops for a week

She’s VIP, don’t need I. V, just C.I.D

She’s V.I.G.

Paparazzi wanna see her

The girls wanna be her

She’s a star cos she’s got

(Fast money, fast cars)

Mama use to tell her all you’ve got is pride

Ashawo na Ashawo, no matter what you drive

Don’t spend your life to buy money

Cos you can’t spend money to buy life

Mama use to say baby you are who you are

No matter how fast your money or your car

Don’t spend your life to buy money

Cos you can’t spend money to buy life

If you don’t talk money, omo don’t show up

If you don’t drive cars, omo don’t show up

Cause she’s all about the money

She’s all about the money

Cause she’s all about the money

She’s all about the money

Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo

Tóba lowo o ma tele e tele e lo

Tóba lowo, naughty boy

Tóba lowo, naughty boy

T’oba lowo o ma tele e lo, tele e lo