Lyrics:
need
All over town
I'll credit your account
Please pay this amount
How can we tell
If we're falling in love or just falling for love?
Since I met you
no visa
Take me to the mall
Am not really feeling okay yea
Just credit my account
Treat me like a baby that I am
Take me to Dubai
Anything I point no
legit
You know we empty the credit
Bank accounts push up the limit
My kuzzo go get it
Praying nobody's getting book
Kuz i know they think we a menace
We
be must
We dey kakaraka, we dey hot
Charlie! You want make I debit myself come credit your account? You don dey mad, you get juju for mouth?
Ogbeni
shaking now
Out of order ain't no drought
MCM what I'm about
Prada shirts hurt 'em ouch Off-White Virgil pouch
And it's all full of blue strips on a credit
amount on your credit card account
A billion dollar tour but I just go for
Heads up, legs up, stay-ups, fuck-ups
'Cause everything is gonna be alright,
walk)
Big bank my account, credit card for the cart
Gloves on, write a hit like I’m beatin on the chart (On the chart)
Woah, take a breath real quick but
I've been sacrificed in the name of the company,
I've been victimized for the sake of economy.
I had a big house, a big car,
Expense account
Designer names and diamond rings, are just some of the finer things
I thought it took to keep her satisfied
But a bank account and credit cards,
from Nigeria, who takin' advantage
I hate I had to cut her off, but she just won't stop scammin'
Check my credit card accounts and asked, "What's
A simple swipe of your credit card
And your account information is
There for the taking
If that was your debit card
Your entire bank account could be
koseni to le no mi
Make i dey see blessings when i wake up every morning
Credit my bank account make he dey over flow with lots of money
My girl say she's
amount on your credit card account
A billion dollar tour but I just go for
Heads up, legs up, stay-ups, fuck-ups
`Cause everything is gonna be alright,
Credit up, account greener
It ain't always like bout the looks but confidence and demeanor
Bitch I know that I am the greatest like I'm mother fuckin' Sia
about fame fuck bein' a star
Let them take all the pictures just gimme his car
Den gimme his house and his watch and chain
On the bank account, credit
without me
There's no escape, you're mine, hands off
Mine to have and mine to hold
I'll reserve you for my own
Credit you to my account
You're mine,
can make my own way
Credit card bank account,
Long as it is allowed
Thank god it's Friday
Doing things my own way
I got my dress,
I got my
When you start to actively use your account, we ask you to provide your name, contact information, tax ID and credit card information or other payment
know (mm)
Credit card maxed out
Bank account tapped out
Writin' bad cheques (ha ha ha)
When I call you break your neck
You do whatever please me,
about fame fuck bein' a star
Let them take all the pictures just gimme his car
Den gimme his house and his watch and chain
On the bank account, credit
account for
Gimme credit, yeah
CHORUS
Gimme credit, yeah (I want it, I want it)
Least I looked your way
You gotta admit that you needed me (I want it,
I'm in a city by you
I'ma need 5-7-5 mil in my account credit lines formatted like a Haiku
Poetry in motion
I don't think I gotta spell it out
I was
DEBTS.
SOCIAL SECURITY NUMBER?
DRIVER'S LICENSE?
DATE OF BIRTH?
CHECKING ACCOUNT?
CREDIT CARDS?
GROSS AND NET WORTH?
ANNUAL INCOME?
MONTHLY EXPENSES?
IS
of credit cards
Several accounts
With several amounts
Visa
Master
American express
I discover cash back every time I pull em out
You dont even have a comma
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