VERSE ONE:
Boujee kid,I see you lifting some weights
While I’m out here lifting weights
Off my father’s shoulders
It’s sodas, that’s colder
Than lovers, turn loners, or folders, that sinners
Skip over, we soldiers-
We tryna get the bread
All you niggas prolly made it from fraud
Or maybe daddy money, you know we don’t know any of those
My nigga Peter gave his mama half a million
The kind of figures you simply don’t get from robbing bullions
Tech cake, Jay Z had to sell the drugs, I’m selling NFTs
I’m thirsty, we have to survive, What’re you telling me?
I’m from thе trenches, the twеnties, I started a startup
They say I’m the one or maybe one day realise that I’m the chosen one:
Chosen one that’s why P won’t teach me how to roll a blunt
Chosen one so the team pump capital into my grind
Chosen one everyone advised I shouldn’t keep a weapon
Chosen one that’s why baddie begged me not to fall in love
(“Nah, don’t fall in love me, love’s distracting, you’re like one of the few I see leaving these trenches")
We high-five after sex
No feelings, no texts
Yeah, she don’t do no post pills
But yeah she’ll pop chill pills
HOOK:
Call me 44 when my figures align
Four Forty-Four like Jay-Z in his prime
Obama 44th, yet was first black president
Ring +44 I’m so London, so confident
VERSE TWO:
Keeping malice with my therapist
He can’t handle it
Twitter gangsters switching account handles
I will handle them
Alla dem, let dem know, likkle thing, anger me, man don’t laugh, man’s a beast, say the least, make you pay, damages inna selfridges
Hush, industry funded by hushpuppies
Or rich Lagos boujee kids with some daddy money
We don’t know no privilege
We don’t know no sacrilege
Just sacrifice
Typa niggas destined for some nine to fives
Flipped the switch, eating good
Tech money for hood-
Niggas, my niggas
Financially free thanks to freelancing
Upskilling-
Cos this upwork jobs won’t do themselves
Get a few dollars, mandem pump inna the crypto
We ain’t spending club money cos it’s capital
Save up capital, buying up the freaking club though
Job creation so we employ a couple strippers
And that’s how wealth is created by some random young Nigerian
HOOK:
Call me 44 when my figures align
Four Forty-Four like Jay-Z in his prime
Obama 44th, yet was first black president
Ring +44 I’m so London, so confident
VERSE THREE (R3MY JAY)
I been overthinking how I'm gonna put this pen to paper
Can't sleep, I'm chasing bread and gotta hit the studio later (get the cash first)
When talent simply isn't all that's gonna get you made, I (facts)
Understand I gotta chase another type of paper (guap, guap!)
Hold on, tear it up, oh, I ain't got no scissors, so rock (boom! Boom! Boom!)
Throw rocks at everyone, go on, I ain't got no mirrors, so I (crrrr pow!)
Dot my I's, it's getting blurry, take a seat and wonder why
God made man, man made money, man-made to make man mad
Na in make some of my guys dey do crime, I cannot lie (geng geng)
I no fit dey that kind life, but me sef wan dey alright (dey alright)
Na in make I put my mind on top trading for Binance
Na in government put a ban (okay, off your mic)
All the country gives is hate that's multiplied by 12
Cause cops won’t even let a youngin have both peace and wealth
Divide by 2, divide to rule, it's always been a mess
Take 2+2 away from you if you ain't born to wealth (wealth)
That's 44, I got the magnum, I'mma let it pop (Blao!)
Another Jerry from the West, I'm bout to take my shot (hoop)
No silver spoon? Don't give a fuck, I work until I've got (work)
Some golden slugs, that's grills inside my teeth, let money talk
HOOK:
Call me 44 when my figures align
Four Forty-Four like Jay-Z in his prime
Obama 44th, yet was first black president
Ring +44 I’m so London, so confident
