I swear it is hard to find a rider
Baby ayon no be spider
You want the Gucci and the Prada
baby girl I go provide am
I grind because of you my baby
I no they say that love is crazy
The car is open kinda wavy
Baby gonna keep the fire blazing
Just pretend like you don't know
People wey they jisoro
Girl, na you they make me go low
No go ever feel sorrow
People rise and people fall
Some no get no one to call on
Anytime wey me I dey fall na you
They ginger me to start up
