Where we from remix 2 by.Money Making Click(Rico Blaze and Lexi the Don, Vincere, Big Tone & Yung Ghost)

Verse 1: Young Olu & Kemi Blaze

Young Olu

Steady on the grind, big man for the scene

Mama pray say make I dey chop clean

From Ikeja to Harlem, I dey chase this cream

Dem go yarn anyhow, but dem pockets lean

Na hustle dey pay, abeg, open my way

Two phones dey ring, na deals every day

Kemi Blaze

Hot like Lagos sun, chilly in BK

Swagger on a hundred, no dey look who dey hate

Bad gyal, na the flex, move sharp, no delay

Shey you wan compete? Oya, park well, e dey late

We dey stack paper, no dey reason their beef

Nigeria to NY, join hands, get the cheese

Pre-Chorus

All I ever needed was faith and a plan

Grew it from the concrete, now they understand

Told my mother watch me, I'ma show the land

Blessed by the struggle, now I overstand

Chorus

Money on my mind, can't count the ways

Livin life large in a hundred different shades

Every step I take, whole city know my name

Started from the bottom, made it out the maze

Post-Chorus

All day, all night

Feelin so right

Verse 2

Flashin through the city with the top let down

Hustle for the paper, heavy is the crown

Movin like a legend, never slowin down

Dreams gettin bigger, ex friends come around

Pre-Chorus

All I ever needed was faith and a plan

Grew it from the concrete, now they understand

Told my mother watch me, I'ma show the land

Blessed by the struggle, now I overstand

Chorus

Money on my mind, can't count the ways

Livin life large in a hundred different shades

Every step I take, whole city know my name

Started from the bottom, made it out the maze

Post-Chorus

All day, all night

Feelin so right

Verse 3: Rico Blaze

Crew deep, rollin up, middle finger up

Mad at my hustle, but I never gave a fuck

Dice games, park bench, deals by the store

Fistful of dollars, always ready for more

Silver rings catch the light, heavy chain on my neck

Took a hundred losses but I never lost respect

Verse 4: Lexi the Don

Lexi in the lobby sippin juice, spit the realest truth

Everybody talk tough but ain't got no proof

Stackin up the numbers while they runnin they mouth

We runnin the block, straight from uptown to south

Fuck the haters, only bread on my agenda

Whole team winnin, keep the circle tight, remember

Hook

Hands up, roll with the squad tonight

Throw it up, yeah we own the night

Hands up, roll with the squad tonight

Throw it up, yeah we own the night

Verse 5: Big Tone

Heavy leather jacket, tags on my shoes

Still remember ramen, now it’s shrimp and the booze

Fuck a handout, did it on my own grind

Every check stub say "damn, that kid’s prime"

Old block callin, got my number on blast

Story ain’t pretty, but the win gonna last

Verse 6: Yung Ghost

Down in the tunnel, where the rats and the snakes

We learned to move smart, eat before they take

Fast talk, dice roll, life in the fast lane

Pockets on swole, never stress small change

Gold teeth flashin when I step through the door

Another verse, another check, always hungry for more

Hook

Hands up, roll with the squad tonight

Throw it up, yeah we own the night

Hands up, roll with the squad tonight

Throw it up, yeah we own the night

Post-Chorus

All day, all night

Feelin so right

Post-Chorus

All day, all night

Feelin so right