(Oya,
listen!)
See
Yusuf,
We
dey
talk
about
Mr.
Sim
tonight
(Ehen! Shey you dey whine me?)
Mr.
Sim,
you
think
You
dey
carry
shoulders
like
you
be
client
see
the
way
you
dey
form
for
the
street
Even
the
ground
sef
dey
feel
your
heat
You
never
see
nothing,
you
never
I
go
carry
you
go,
make
the
whole
Mr.
Sim,
we
dey
carry
you
go
overseas
To
the
place
where
the
breeze
dey
blow
with
ease
the
money,
we
go
show
the
go
settle,
everything
go
right
No
wahala
for
top,
we
be
kings
of
the
Mr.
Sim,
you
be
champion,
sit
on
your
we
dey
carry
you
go
overseas
To
the
place
where
the
breeze
dey
blow
with
ease
the
money,
we
go
show
the
go
settle,
everything
go
right
(Chukwu,
bless
the
way!)
From
Lagos
to
London,
we
making
No
looking
back,
we
dey
run
up
the
race
So
keep
up
the
ginger,
keep
up
the
fire
We
going
much
higher,
Mr.
Sim
on
the
mic,
see
the
magic
explode
We
carrying
the
glory,
we
Mr.
Sim,
we
dey
carry
you
go
overseas
To
the
place
where
the
breeze
dey
We
go
spend
the
money,
we
go
show
the
go
settle,
everything
go
right
Overseas,
yeah!
Mr.
Sim,
we
no
dey
See
you
at
the
top,
brother
(Omo! No cap!)
Final
destination,
worldwide!