[Intro: Khaligraph Jones]
Ay, Motif turn me up on the headphones bruh
YCee what's happening?
Y’all already know what it is, man
Outchea
Tryna get this gwala baby

[Hook: Khaligraph Jones]
Supermodel on the floor (wooh!)
She be working on the pole
She be working for the dough
And she be working for some more
Me, I be popping my collar (iyeee!)
You got business, you should holla
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala

You ain’t messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala (iyeeea!)
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala (iyeee!)
[Verse 1: Khaligraph Jones]
I be getting groupie loving
Black girls and them white chicks
They be loving how I cut it
Cause they ain’t seen no n***a like this
Rubber band on the wrist
That means I be counting the gwala
100 grand on the bitch, I know she be yearning to holla (iyeee!)
A1’s on 'em feet, hoe
Black jeans with the Balmain
Never slang crack in the streets though
But I pack heat like a real gang
Dope lines, me I got those
So these rappers couldn’t take it far
Street n***as call me Pablo
Cause they know I got them Esco bars
Side chick got a big ass
But I gotta say, she a little dumb
I supply dick then I dip fast
Cause my main chick always get it done
I don't know how I get 'em
All I know is I hit 'em
My whole life’s like a riddle
They always want me in the middle
Kakiitika mi nitamkuta (wooh!)
Na kakipita mi na lugha
Na kakijipa mi n'tamgusa (aii!)
Na kakishika itauma (iyeee!)
[Hook: Khaligraph Jones]
Supermodel on the floor (wooh!)
She be working on the pole
She be working for the dough
And she be working for some more
Me, I be popping my collar (iyeee!)
You got business, you should holla
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala

You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala (iyeee!)
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala (iyeee!)

[Bridge: Khaligraph Jones]
These bitches is all in my phone
They cannot leave me alone
They wanna F with the Jones
These bitches is dying to bone
So I just hit it till 6 in the morn
'Cause of the booze that I'm on
I tap in it then I'll be gone
I'm totally up in my zone
Club stay lit when I roll up, everybody wanna get turnt (yeah!)
If the roof's on fire, we don't care
My n***a, let them mother-eff burn (yeah!)
Doesn't get any better than this, so y'all take notes and learn (yeah!)
And if it ain't cash, no offence, but we ain't really not concerned (yeah!)

[Verse 2: YCee]
For real, I'm really not concerned
Everybody really not gon' earn
Check out my super ex-girlfriend
Kill Bills like Uma Thurman
I ain't gon' wait on my turn
Right now you boys gon' learn
I swear you boys gon' learn
Yeah, hold up, I'm Young Carter
I'm only here for the gwala
Gwala that rhymes with the dollar
You got business, you should holla
I want the money and long stacks
Free business, what do you call that?
My dad will be pissed if he heard that
So I am not fucking with all that
Got cheese and my son said I have to deposit
That money way longer than dreads on a Rasta
Get to a point where I'm thuggin in cash
Y'all gonna pay me in Grammys and Oscars
Bread on my mind, goal on my conscience
Your chick visit you but she lives on my box
Getting so big everywhere that I go
I'm gonna need me an army of bouncers
Lately, been feeling like Pablo
Money, power like it's narcos
See the money with my eyes closed
Chop the money like some nachos
Oh God, no be lie
Swear I damn no lie
Got the whole club jumping
We turning up like Maasai
Turning up like we crazy
N***as know that we wavy
N***as can't afford to pay me
Way, way, way, weigh me
Wait a minute, let me learn
Khaligraph you the man
And you know Jagaban
Ain't nobody badder than

[Hook: Khaligraph Jones]
Supermodel on the floor (wooh!)
She be working on the pole
She be working for the dough
And she be working for some more
Me, I be popping my collar (iyeee!)
You got business, you should holla
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala

You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala (iyeee!)
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala
You ain't messing with the gwala (iyeee!)

[Outro: Ycee]
Hehehehe, turn up
Link up daddy
Yo, shout out Khaligraph Jones one time
And shout out the whole 254
We pop the shillings and dollars and pounds and rands and nairas
The fucking gwala baby!