Yeh-yeh Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta-ta She dey come like fire (hmm) Don’t play with the wire (rah!) I touch down, Lagos heat in the moonlight Gold teeth grin, wrist cold like a frostbite She want man wey go handle her spotlight I’m the reason she don't pick your call — fight night She dey move like rhythm in a ritual Face like blessing, body like biblical Say she no dey loyal, but spiritual Gimme one wine, make it critical She say “who dey ball like you?” I dey cruise, I no need parachute She dey bend like bamboo (bend!) I dey spread that juju (yeh!) She go ta-ta-ta-ta (boom) Make me lose my mata (yeh) Anytime I see her, wahala But I still go run her data (swear) She go ta-ta-ta-ta (pow) Like a drumline outta Gaza If I lie make thunder scatter But I still go call her “mama” (mama) Ride out, smoke in the sky, no filter Shorty got moves like she born in a thriller Talk that talk, but my vibe realer She wan’ pull up, said the air feel chiller Money long like Monday fast I don't chase, but I lap that ass Ghost in the Wraith, no mask Still show face when I make that splash She a—problem, no denial Ta-ta-ta, go tribal She blow loud like revival Then bounce back, no spiral She go ta-ta-ta-ta (brrr) Make my head go gala (yeah) One touch, e go scatter Still I go beg, no drama She go ta-ta-ta-ta (pow) No brakes on the wahala If this be love, na palava But I go still call her “mama” (mama) Yeh-yeh (Ta-ta-ta) Midnight come, she dey show face Heart dey beat like showcase Ta-ta-ta like gun case But still... I love how her waist chase
