Guitars on the floor Lyrics

I'm in the kitchen making dinner with the sauce

Hilda with the pot

Bigger we dey come

Eh! Eh!

Couple trenches homies with nothing but trust

With nothing but us

We carry the board

Eh! Eh!

When she see me she gon make that booty pop

Get down on the floor

Spread am on the ground

Eh! Eh!

Want your venue popping you know who to call

Guitars on the floor

Give them what they want

Eh! Eh!

Shine bright but no be for who dey dull

I took your stories to the bank and I no fit withdraw

All the shit that you said no gree dey flush

I gave you my all what I get back in return

Eh! Eh!

For respect I was kneeling on my fours

While I dug through tunnels you were digging on my flaws

I know people love me they praying for more

They say I'm the key but why I can't open doors

Eh! Eh!

If you wound me I go heal am with a bandage

Get the money before the baby no be adage

Who dey slow no suppose to enter fast lane

I'm on point you can bank on me like Barclays

I'm making hits like I'm punching everybody

Keep it coming

What they tell me

With no guns I keep on gunning

Tell promoters they ain't even gotta worry once the album hit the market we'll be packing all the money

And the glory and the fame

Respect on my name

They know on the mic we ain't the same

Whipping crack for the fiends

A couple ecstasy

And something for the ones that ain't believed

Eh! Eh!

I'm in the kitchen making dinner with the sauce

Hilda with the pot

Bigger we dey come

Eh! Eh!

Couple trenches homies with nothing but trust

With nothing but us

We carry the board

Eh! Eh!

When she see me she gon make that booty pop

Get down on the floor

Spread am on the ground

Eh! Eh!

Want your venue popping you know who to call

Guitars on the floor

Give them what they want

Eh! Eh!

You in your own way I step on them like Pepe

Bake sales all my niggas pop out like a yard sale

I'm Jay Jay

I dey ball

No be say na play play

Walk out of the kitchen and it's burning better stay safe

I'm dangerous

If you not a fan you ain't one of us

Stepping up

Fuck a little life I'm tryna to get it all

Most niggas end up chasing bitches like a homeless dog

Me I'm chasing paper and it feeling like a unicorn

I'm tough with it

Like a catholic nun you can't fuck with me

Tried to break my confidence but she don't know it's God-given

Its authentic

No be aba my own from come

Gotta go the long route even though the journey long

But it's worth it

I'm all in

I'm home alone like Culkin

Cooking up the heat until the kerosene exhausted

My conscience

I threw it under the pot

They tried to bend me over but I throw them uppercut

Eh! Eh!

I'm in the kitchen making dinner with the sauce

Hilda with the pot

Bigger we dey come

Eh! Eh!

Couple trenches homies with nothing but trust

With nothing but us

We carry the board

Eh! Eh!

When she see me she gon make that booty pop

Get down on the floor

Spread am on the ground

Eh! Eh!

Want your venue popping you know who to call

Guitars on the floor

Give them what they want

Eh! Eh!