Lyrics Gwala - Khaligraph Jones , Ycee

Ay Motif, turn me up on them headphones bro
YCee what's happening?
Y'all already know what it is, man, outchea
Tryna get this gwala baby, hahahaha

Supermodel on the floor (Wooh!)
She be working on the pole (Eyy!)
She be working for the dough (Damn!)
And she be working for some more (Hahahaa!)
Me, I be popping my collar (Iyeeea!!)
You got business, you should holla (Jones!)

You ain't messing with the gwala (Gyeah!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Raaah!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Iyeeea!!!)

You ain't messing with the gwala (Eyy!!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Le gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Iyeeea!!!)

I be getting groupie lovin' (wooh!)
Black girls and them white chicks
They be lovin' how I cut it (Jones!)
'Cause they ain't seen no nigga like this
Rubber band on the wrist (wrist)
That means I be countin' the gwala (gwala!)
100 grand on the bitch (bitch)
I know she be yearnin' to holla (Iyeeeah!!!)

A1's on 'em feet, hoe
Black jeans with the Balmain
Never slang crack in the streets tho'
But I pack heat like a road game
Dope lines, me I got those
So these rappers couldn't take it far
Street niggas call me Pablo
'Cause they know I got them escobars

Side chick got a big ass
But I gotta say, she a little dumb
I supply dick then I dip fast
'Cause my main chick always get it done
I don't know how I get 'em (Get 'em!)
All I know is I hit 'em (Hit 'em!)
My whole life's like a riddle (Riddle!)
They always want me in the middle

Kakiitika mi' nitamkuta (wooh!)
Na kakipita mi' na lugha (uungh!)
Na kakijipa mi' nitamgusa (aaii!)
Na kakishika itauma (Iyeeeah!!!)

Supermodel on the floor (wooh!)
She be working on the pole (Eyy!)
She be working for the dough (Damn!)
And she be working for some more (Hahahaa!)
Me, I be popping my collar (Iyeeea!!!)
You got business, you should holla (Jones!)

You ain't messing with the gwala (Gyeah!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Raaah!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Iyeeea!!!)

You ain't messing with the gwala (Eyy!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Le gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Iyeeea!!!)

These bitches is all in my phone (Phone)
They cannot leave me alone ('lone)
They wanna f with the Jones
These bitches is dyin' to bone
So I just hit it 'til six in the morn'
'Cause of the booze that I'm on
I tap in it, and then I'll be gone
I'm totally up in my zone

Uh, club stay lit when I roll up, everybody wanna get turnt (Yeah!)
If the hoop's on fire, we don't care, my nigga, let them mother f burn (yeah!)
Doesn't get any better than this, so y'all take notes and learn (Yeah!)
And if it ain't cash, no offence, but we ain't really not concerned
For real, I'm really not concerned
Everybody really not gon' earn

Check out my super ex-girlfriend
Kill Bills like Uma Thurman
I ain't gon' wait on my turn
Right now you boys gon' learn
I swear you boys gon' learn
Ha-ha-ha

Yeah, hold up, I'm Young carter
I'm only here for the gwala
Gwala that rhymes with the dollar
You got business, you should holla
I want the money and long stacks
Free business, what do you call that?
My dad will be pissed if he heard that
So I am not fucking with all that

Got cheese on my son, said like Alfredo pasta
And said that money way longer than dreads on a rasta
Get to a point where I'm thuggin' in cash
Y'all gonna pay me in Grammys and Oscars
Bread on my mind
Goal on my conscious
Yo chick, visit you but she live on my boxers
Getting so big everywhere that I go
I'm gonna need me an army of bouncers
Lately, I've been feeling like Pablo
Money, power like narcos

See the money with my eyes closed
Chop the money like some nachos
Oh God, no be lie
Swear that I don't lie

Got the whole club jumpin'
We turnin' up like Maasai
Turning up like we crazy
Niggas know that I be wavy
Niggas can't afford to pay me

Wi, wi, wi, with me
Wait a minute, let me learn
Khaligraph you the man
And you know Jagaban
Ain't nobody badder than

Supermodel on the floor (Wooh!)
She be working on the pole (Eyy!)
She be working for the dough (Damn!)
And she be working for some more (Hahahaha!)
Me, I be popping my collar (Iyeeea!!)
You got business, you should holla (Jones!)

You ain't messing with the gwala (Gyeah!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Raaah!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Iyeeea!!!)

You ain't messing with the gwala (Eyy!!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Le gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Gwala!)
You ain't messing with the gwala (Iyeeea!!!)

Heh-heh-hehe
Ghana
Link up, daddy
Yo, shout out Khaligraph Jones one time and shout out the whole two-five-four
We pop the shillings, the dollars, the pounds, the rand, the naira
The fucking gwala, baby
Ha-ha-ha-ha