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Description
The rhythm makes you want to straighten your shoulders; it's not just music, it's the energy of movement itself. The lyrics beat in time with the bass: “let your head spin,” and indeed, everything around you begins to spin, as if the dance floor has become the center of the universe. There is no room for doubt or falsehood here - only the certainty that the game is played by its own rules, and the bet is always on victory.
You can feel the audacity packed into the groove: lion, titan, king of the city - the comparisons are loud, but they sound so convincing that it's impossible not to believe them. Every accent is a challenge, every line a reminder: those who keep up the pace survive. And if life is like a street with sharp turns, then this soundtrack is what makes you take the turn without fear, with a smile and at full speed.
And on top of it all is the sweet taste of reward. Pay pay, the clink of coins, the shine of wheels, enthusiastic shouts. This is not just a song about money or fame - it is an anthem to those who are used to getting there on their own, with stubborn determination and enthusiasm, as if there were no other way.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè, jẹ k'òri yin pè
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Let me tell you, see, you no go fit stand one minute
When we come back around
Feel it, move up your body right now
Mami, don't ever worry
Fake love no dey impress, I got vision
Burn them, free them, they never listen
We took a million and flipped with precision, yeah
Gimme something wey I no fit see anywhere
They wanna try, but dem no fit see me for there
You're messing with a lion (yeah)
Big shot bigger than a titan
I need a hundred percent, no dividing
They wanna know what's the reason for the violence
I keep it lit long time, the money energize
And every time I'm shining, one of a kind
I know most days, dem dey try take me down
But they move too slow, but man no dey around
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè, jẹ k'òri yin pè
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Man, we're getting the pay-pay
Man, we're getting the pay-pay
Man, we're getting the pay-pay, getting the pay-pay
Man, we're getting the pay-pay
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Stack ya paper
Yeah, badman, she love, mi nah rape her
Stack ya cash by the pound, we a wear cash
Carry Glock 'round the town with a laser (brrrt!)
Navigator, to di money blaze gun
Ghetto youth with a lot of determination
Haffi make song, a mi occupation
To every youth where ya try mek it, you fi stay strong
Inna the road, wicked (wicked), but we bill fi this
Big rim spinning, hm
King fi the city, when you see wi, you a see riches
And we got di pretty girls too (you say)
Dem know a East side have the motion
Skilli a di wave, not the ocean (ocean)
Run the whole place, not a portion
Mr. Universe program
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè, jẹ k'òri yin pè
Ẹ lọ jẹ k'òri yin pè
(Ah-ah-ah-ah)
Man, we're getting the pay-pay
Man, we're getting the pay-pay
Man, we're getting the pay-pay, getting the pay-pay
Man, we're getting the pay-pay