Radar

I need Folake, Kevwe, Funke ati Mimi

Sometimes I need Fatima by the corner when I'm chilling, Eh

So many girls on my radar

Pull up in the party and she tell me she dey feel me, nah

But what am I to do, I been on the road, looking for the money

But maybe I got room for one, two, three or maybe four

See, you be dey do like you nor know me before

Until I pull up with the bags, pull up with the cash

Na once them start to feel us as them see us dey ball

Now she steady blowing my phone

Shey you go run am for daddy