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Henry Deey – Make money ft BoiFlexy [Prod by A. Million Drums]

[Pre-hook]
I feel that we almost there (Oh yeah)
I feel that we almost there (Oh yeah)
This year we dey try break through
This year we dey try make am
This year we dey try make money (Money)
So, our anthem be different yeah

[Hook]
This year you for make money (Make money)
Cha make money (make money)
This year you for make money (Make money)
Yo, cha make money (make money)
This year wanna anthem be make money
Make money Yo boy cha make money
Make money (Make Money)

[Verse 1 – Henry Deey]
Let the prayers go up
Yeah, we made it through
Been through bullshit but I’m here
Man, I stay true
Bitches trynna trap a negga but I’m here trapping
Trynna make the money ain't got time for their bullshit
Yeah, we came up from way way way way way back
You gotta put the past behind so that you can move
Hating on a gee, my brother that’s your own problem
This year we chasing goals we no dey chase girls
You for make money
You for make money
No body gives an F when you broke man
[Pre-hook]
I feel that we almost there (Oh yeah)
I feel that we almost there (Oh yeah)
This year we dey try break through
This year we dey try make am
This year we dey try make money (Money)
So, our anthem be different yeah

[Hook]
This year you for make money (Make money)
Cha make money (make money)
This year you for make money (Make money)
Yo, Cha make money (make money)
This year wanna anthem be make money
Make money Yo boy cha make money
Make money (Make Money)

[Verse 2 – BoiFlexy]
Make money make money
This year the boy too for make money
Take a cool pic swimming in a lot of money
Yeah, my dream bossy need a secretary
Real homies real homies
Dey gym demma pocket no be body
I’m out here laughing at you
Ha ha ha ha
These haters too funny
We dey hustle for the paper
Yɛn pɛ sika duro oo nah we don't need that
Fit to put a nigga on a tight spot real kwashie
Your kick you for jey am
Too cool now, wait till i heat up
Water can't quench what i dey spit now
Too addicted to this rap game
I might next year perform from a rehab (Yeah)
My ex put me on a Payroll
Cos, she know say a dey tear her tongs though
Me yɛ sɛ mengye, every month
She dey mail that cheque to my box though
Ɛda fom, yeah down on the low low
Make money be the anthem on the street though
Make i tell you
If you no dey support BF, next year
If you see me, You for pass joe
“that's it”
[Verse 3 – Henry Deey]
Me den Flexy go way
If the money drop, bro you getting paid back
Pulled the plugs off the game now we back like we never left
Yeah, now we back like we never left
Dropping bars but boys say they want bar songs
One corner one corner dem wan jam on
Rapper bore sake of no show
Nti no dough, them wan sell out
Cha do you, make money charle

[Pre-hook]
I feel that we almost there (Oh yeah)
I feel that we almost there (Oh yeah)
This year we dey try break through
This year we dey try make am
This year we dey try make money (Money)
So, our anthem be different yeah

[Hook]
This year you for make money (Make money)
Cha make money (make money)
This year you for make money (Make money)
Yo, cha make money (make money)
This year wanna anthem be make money
Make money Yo boy cha make money
Make money (Make Money)