Ayy, listen to my heart oh
This poverty dey worry me
My brother, I love this girl like crazy
But mukwai, my pocket empty like desert
Her father want cow, want goat, want money
But me I no get nothing, nothing at all
Every night I dey think about her smile
But tradition say I must pay the price
If only flowers fit do am
I go carry mountain, I go carry field
If flowers were lobola, ayy
I go collect bundles and bundles
Roses, sunflowers, everything
For my lovely girl, yoh
If flowers were the bride price
I go fill her father compound
But money no dey, animals no dey
Only my love dey plenty oh
She dey wait for me, I know say she dey wait
But her family want tradition, want the old way
Cow cost millions, goat sef expensive
Me wey I no fit afford even chicken
But if na flowers, mwaiseni
I go work garden every single day
I go plant am, I go water am
Just make I marry my queen oh
If flowers were lobola, ayy
I go collect bundles and bundles
Roses, sunflowers, everything
For my lovely girl, yoh
If flowers were the bride price
I go fill her father compound
But money no dey, animals no dey
Only my love dey plenty oh
One day, one day I go make am
Natotela, my lovely girl
Wait small for me, ayy