[Intro: Sarkodie]
There's one thing called money
That everybody's trying to find in this world, very necessary
We gotta go hard on this one, yeah, believe it or not we all need it, uhh

[Bridge: Sarkodie]
Money be the root of evil, but poverty dey kill some people
Brother for dey make that money whether e be just or illegal
Don't let nobody deceive you, no be everybody go bеlieve you
Dem dеy pretend like dem noh deh see you, but they really wanna be you

[Chorus: Sarkodie]
BIIBI BA! BIIBI BA! Brother for they make that money!
Cause BIIBI BA!

BIIBI BA! BIIBI BA! Brother for they make that money!
Cause BIIBI BA!


[Verse 1: BrainStorm]
Yeah money be the root of evil
But poverty dey kill some people
Feel the issue, deceive u, u never want it ending when u spending so it ending can kill u

Nothing like the feeling when u making it and back again
And stacking up and racking up and see it all happening
And making moves like Jackie Chan, and rolling like a Mexican
And feeling all hot on the haters like a devil's plan
Grinding, I wanna pile it up
Switching up the flow, I'm tryna make the crowd go nuts
Like I'm speeding up I gotta take the millage up
And then gotta slow it down like I saw the cops

So tryna make it till we gassed out
Step it up and live it up and making sure we cash out
Gotta keep it on the low, they tryna see us pass out
So we gotta focus cause they gotta see us match out

So as the money come in generated
Feeling be so elevated, strangers tryna be related, just to get a taste of paper
That got me so agitated, how they always try to fake it, but you know we gotta make it, all the limits gotta break it, till we feel so meditated, till we feel like celebrating, haters be so aggravated, but we stay so levitated, sophisticated, educated, saturated, no delaying, never hating, never playing, ever slaying, ever praying

Really don't know 'bout you but for me Lord knows I wanna make money

Cause it ain't funny, waking up, searching your pockets and finding no money

Haters, stay away from me
Real ones I be ride with, yeah they always be praying for me
Better put my name on it, when you talk about bars, King Of Pun, I put a claim on it

[Bridge: Sarkodie]
Money be the root of evil, but poverty dey kill some people
Brother for dey make that money whether e be just or illegal
Don't let nobody deceive you, no be everybody go believe you
Dem dey pretend like dem noh deh see you, but they really wanna be you
[Chorus: Sarkodie]
BIIBI BA! BIIBI BA! Brother for they make that money!
Cause BIIBI BA!

BIIBI BA! BIIBI BA! Brother for they make that money!
Cause BIIBI BA!

[Verse 2: BrainStorm]
So as the money coming easy peasy, lemon squizzy, girls be reaching, tryna feel me, tryna freak me, squeeze me, tease me, please me, boys be peeking, beaming, tryna see me, be me, bill me, some be tricking, plotting, scheming, drilling, my sneakers they wanna fill in, God they silly, think they killing, feel the feeling, up the ceiling, we are seeing, still believing...

It's a bit of a rumble
In this jungle to struggle
Never knowing what you up against you gotta be humble, and you gotta stay outta trouble
For the jungle don't love you, double up on the hustle, and keep it strapped like a buckle, damn it's a whole lotta puzzle, cause you will be facing the devil and a whole lotta evil, my n***a too many people tryna play and deceive u, always tryna reduce you but be with the ones that always try to really complete you

Homie said why I never really try to diss back, here for a purpose my n***a so forget that, screw that, let's make stacks, man I love that, not the one to start trouble, I be the one to end that, flipping for no reason, cheap clout, above that, I top that, always staying bossy, man I'm on that, doubting my lyricism, boy you better stop that, I'm your favourite rapper's favourite rapper, man I own that