Overkaku Lyrics

No joy for the men face no smile for the dead babes

Men too dey calculate

If you owe me then you best pay

I've been up like Nescafe, like Top Tea that's OG

I get cake no birthdays no briefcase BTC

Stay paid till I'm old and grey got a bad bitch she like slay slay

She move mad like cray cray when she drop it down be like mayday

I only laugh when it's pay day cos the money talks that shit funny

Off fuck then I fuck off fore' it's morning

Bro I'm focused on the money

Got to be patient

My bro got a client that he nursed like a patient

Cash out and balled too hard alopecia

Run up a check let's go I'll race ya

That's marathon in a bullion

I don't save a hoe this ain't comic-con

But this con's a comic and my flow's cosmic

She won't pick the call cos I fucked your bitch

Before I got broke imma hit a lick or I slang a brick

Fuck this rapping shit

Still got the game in a chokehold then I squeeze my grip

Bet these rappers pissed

When it gets stiff like stone cold

My dealers house is a stone throw

I stroll go and get stoned

No joy for the men face no smile for the dead babes

Men too dey calculate

If you owe me then you best pay

I've been up like Nescafe like Top Tea that's OG

I get cake no birthdays no briefcase BTC

Racks in my hand and it fit like a glove

Shooting on sight got a scope on the Glock

Stop working for money put money to work

My niggas they scamming they said fuck a job

The economy down so we turn up the club

And if she go down then her dollars are up

Give me update or shut the fuck up

I'm talking to money it's keeping me up

Cuddled your chic now she think we in love

She just want my money but act like she don't

Your bitch give me top

Told her it ain't good enough now that bitch is a opp

The money don't sleep that's why we can never stop

We tick and tock like a clock

This Smith ain't Sam but it song

That man don't dance but he jump

Bitch you can't fight then you shouldn't have swung

Opps get smoked like a bong

The way she gobble like she got no teeth or no tongue

And she be singing my song

Drip her in Fendi or Louis Vuitton

I know I'm gone pop on my pops

I am just waiting my turn

No joy for the men face no smile for the dead babes

Men too dey calculate

If you owe me then you best pay

I've been up like Nescafe, like Top Tea that's OG

I get cake no birthdays no briefcase BTC