Olamide – Billion Talk Lyrics (feat. Milly)

Billion Talk

Olamide (feat. Milly)

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"Billion Talk." - Olamide (feat. Milly)

Monday, 24 November 2025, 03:41 pm

Album: 999

Track No: 03

One billion plus one billion
Two billion
So what are we talking about?
Uh... Billion talk
Ri-Riddimakulayo
My niggas talkin' all that billion talk
I'm hustlin' to pile that billion up
I'm tryna break that generational curse
Some niggas doin' poppin' competition in the club
I do not care, girl, I do not care
I know it's crazy, but life is not fair
I do not care, girl, I do not care
I'm hustling, tryna make it outta here
Money sweet like candies
High you like brandy
Poverty fi make young boy look like Aghadi
Money sweet like candies
High you like brandy
Money wey dey make girls wey, you no born call you daddy
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money wey dey make girls wey you no born call you daddy
Why I no go wan hammer
If me go, no grammar
If I no hammer
I'm be big magga
Omo life go too bitter like I use data
Running city with my G's
When I pull up in my B's
Everybody wanna offend me
Wanna know about my beef
I ain't rollin' with no rats, but I be gettin' my G's
I'm only crazy like po-po
My money makin' 'em freeze
My niggas talkin' all dat billion talk
I'm hustling to pile the billion up
I'm tryna break that generational curse
Some niggas doin' poppin' competition in the club
I do not care, girl, I do not care
I know it's crazy, but life is not fair
I do not care, girl, I do not care
I'm hustling, tryna make it outta here
Money sweet like candies
High you like brandy
Poverty fi make young boy look like Aghadi
Money sweet like candy
High you like brandy
Money wey dey make girls wey you no born call you daddy
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money sweet (Billion)
Money wey dey make girls wey you no born call you daddy
Harder
I keep going harder
Tryna surpass the legacy of my father
Muddah, ah rude to say muddah
Who con dey sho tete know de top shutta
Smell of the money dat make me happy
If not for hustling, where would I be?
Shout out my niggas in Abu Dhabi
All of my plugs wey dey live for Yankee
Those in jail wi no snitch on the G
So hope make you back in harmony and peace
We run the city now, we got the keys
When you make it back home, you still gon' be rich
Billion, billion
Billion, billion
Billion, billion talk
Riddimakulayo

Writer(s): Olamide Gbenga Adedeji.

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