M.M.M (Mr Money Man)

Instrumental Intro

Log drum groove starts low

Shakers trembling, soft kicks build

Synth horns play a teasing riff

Crowd ambiance swelling, hands clap in rhythm

Percussive melody rises, tension thick in the air

Tables clink, laughter, distant shouts

Lights swirl on polished floors

DJ drops amapiano keys, bass shakes the room

Party energy bubbling before the voices come in

Intro: Instrumental build-up, ad-libs

(Yeh yeh! Omo Oba! Ayé! E choke!)

Synth horns weaving, log drums calling

Shayo everywhere, Lagos no dey dull

Party boys dey pull up—turn up, turn up!

Verse 1

Omo, Lagos night dey sweet me o

Champagne dey pop, light dey freaky o

All these babes dey eye Mr. Money, no dey worry

I dey spray money, make dem dance like say tomorrow no dey

Joromi, come closer, you get the fire (seductive)

Babe, you fine die, mi o le wa ku

VIP steady bustin’, na my area

Step on the floor—Naija boys dey para

Chorus

Mr. Money Man, Mr. Money Man

Spray money like confetti all night long

If you wan dance, no dey shy, give am

Make the girls dey move, Mr. Money Man

Post-Chorus

(Ayé O! E choke! Turn up! Turn up!)

Verse 2

Oh baby, see as you dey whine so

Your waist go low, omo na tornado

Everybody high, shayo for hand

Life of the party, omo, na me be the man

Bottles on the table, bills on the floor

If you no sabi groove, go learn am for door

Eyes on me, my status dey ring

Club dey scatter anytime I dey sing

Chorus

Mr. Money Man, Mr. Money Man

Spray money like confetti all night long

If you wan dance, no dey shy, give am

Make the girls dey move, Mr. Money Man

Bridge: Yoruba call-and-response

Omo Oba (King vibes!)

Joromi, baby (Come close make we groove!)

E choke (Scatter everywhere!)

Final Chorus: fading with party chants

Mr. Money Man, Mr. Money Man (Omo, turn up na)

Mr. Money

Breakdown: Fast Rap

God go vex if I no make this money

Mama dey pray, say my hustle must run me

Dem dey watch pockets,

Outro Rap

Dem dey count my steps, I dey lap them twice

On my grind all day, hustle na sacrifice

Came from the bottom where dreams dey scarce

Now my number dey ring, dem dey copy my charts

Sweat for the street, I no dey tire

Stacking these notes, everyday higher

Never go soft, I dey press wire

Respect for my name, no retire

Enemies close, but I still dey sharp

Owo l’emi wa, never play with my part

Lasgidi

Chorus

Mr. Money Man, Mr. Money Man

Spray money like confetti all night long

If you wan dance, no dey shy, give am

Make the girls dey move, Mr. Money Man

Post-Chorus

(Ayé O! E choke! Turn up! Turn up!)