[Intro]
The NATIVE Records baby
Teezee, Santi
Mo fe lo si abroad
Take us with you, please
GMK bouta make that dough

[Pre-Chorus: Cruel Santino]
I say na, "Baby girl are you taking trips to Manhattan?"
As I finna assist, she say she's packing
But then she don't want to ask, say she's packing
But she pack it for me
The fact is
She say na, "GG boy", nah you are slacking
As a pretty boy, dey sit like an assassin
So me a sniper rifle just to see her lashing
I know you fighting for me

[Chorus: Cruel Santino]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I go do anything for your love, girl I want to see
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Oh my God, oh my baby, now just ema losi for ya
Wanna go to Manhattan, Manhattan (Manhattan)
When I say, see your soul
She got pack in her
I'm wanting her
[Post-Chorus: Cruel Santino]
Oya losi for ya
You're the finest that I could see
When I'm deep in the seas
Baby girl, shorty I could breathe for ya
Okay na baby, na losi, ayy

[Verse: Teezee]
Burn a couple Gs
Take you ovеrseas (Woah, woah)
I’m the sexy papa with thе new steeze
Fine girl I can pay your school fees (Fees)
Lifestyle, looking like a movie (Yeah)
Yeah your body smoking
You can get a rizzler (Ou woah)
You my sugarcane (Ou, ou woah)
Lemme get a piece ah
And I go take you go Ibiza (Ou woah)
You and your friends need a visa (Ou, ou woah)
Legendary when I got my cemetery on me, uh-uh (Hell yeah)
She an Alté demon (Ooh)
Where the Yoruba trees at? (Ooh, oh)
Caught her with a friend
What you really gonna do? (Yeah)
Cash in the bed with her legs open (Cash)
Mad city vibes we depend on (Grass)
Riot city gang in the benzo (Gang, gang)
[Bridge: Cruel Santino]
(No, no, no)
I weathered the furnace (No, no, no)
Manhattan was long (No, no, no)
I weathered the furnace (No, no, no)
Forever light we go on (No, no, no)

[Pre-Chorus: Cruel Santino]
I say na, "Baby girl are you taking trips to Manhattan?"
As I finna assist, she say she's packing
But then she don't want to ask, say she's packing
But she pack it for me
The fact is
She say na, "GG boy", nah you are slacking
As a pretty boy, dey sit like an assassin
So me a sniper rifle just to see her lashing
I know you fighting for me

[Chorus: Cruel Santino]
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I go do anything for your love, girl I want to see
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Oh my God, oh my baby, now just ema losi for ya
Wanna go to Manhattan, Manhattan (Manhattan)
When I say, see your soul
She got pack in her
I'm wanting her