Sista Afia Ft. Victor AD – Paper Lyrics

[Intro]

Eeehh eehhh hmmm yeah

Its Kidnature on the beat

Oh yeah (x3)

Vector AD

Sista Afia

[Verse 1: Sista Afia]

As I dey wake up early in the morning

Very strong after yawning

I dey pray to Baba

Make he dey bless my hustle oh Baba

See I no want depend on anyone

I want make money on my own

See my hardwork alone

Make you dey bless my hustle oo Baba

Some people go slay, go fraud

But no want do all of the above ohh

Me my music is all i dey do

So bless me with heat upon heat

Some people go slay

Others go depend on their men

for their success oo

But my trust is in you

Make you dey bless my hustle oo Baba

[Chorus]

We dey hustle for the paper uh huh

Cedi and Dollar uh huh

Mama no born me with pikin

No be money don’t call me later

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Hustle for the paper uh huh

Cedi and Dollar uh huh

Mama no born me fool

Ino be money then call me later

[Verse 2: Sista Afia]

Money is the root of evil

But poverty never go be option oo

As I dey work for money

Make money alone go be my portion

We go dey wanna ground

We go hustle, go pay

We go count the money

Somebody go tell mum


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Make she no cry

Make she smile for me

I go make am proud

I go make she go drive

For the Range and the Benz oo

All I need be the strenght

So make Baba God to add me some sense

Asey…I go make am proud

I go make she go drive

For the Range and the Benz oo

All I need be the strenght

So make Baba God to add me some sense

[Chorus](X2)

Hustle for the paper uh huh

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Cedi and Dollar uh huh

Mama no born me fool

Ino be money then call me later

[Verse 3:Victor AD]

So when you see me talking about this money

Wetin my eyes don see my brother

No dey change am for me

When you see me talking about the size of cars

Wetin my eyes don see my brother

No dey change am for me

[X2]

Cause suffer wey I don suffer

Supposed get sense

As you dey work hard

You supposed give sense

If them close all the gates

You supposed your sense

Ewurade bua me

Fine God, I dey look like

What I have been through

Dem dey wan give me things

I no go fit shoo

But Baba God put am

Ewurade bua me

(Repeat)

We Dey Hustle for the paper uh huh

Cedi and Dollar uh huh

Mama no born me fool

Ino be money then call me later

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