Lyrics

Nothing is ever mahala It all about getting the gualla I'm making it rain, making it rain Making it rain with some dollars Nothing is ever mahala It all about getting the gualla I'm making it rain making it rain Making it rain with some dollars Shanda shanda shanda mdara Hoping out the caracara I been grinding from the gutter Now my wrist is sick like bara I'm too fly wena wamara And I be smoother than butter I'm in the cake like i'm butter Did I did I did I stutter Rolling the jets like a chatter You ball small putter I go way harder Pop up like tada Now all you haters can shut up I'm bringing the money to chop up Nothing is ever mahala It all about getting the gualla I'm making it rain making it rain Making it rain with some dollars Nothing is ever mahala It all about getting the gualla I'm making it rain making it rain Making it rain with some dollars I make it rain make it flood Roll a blank you's a dud To the bank speeding up Your girl say you's a scrub You must not wanting the same thing All of these years with same gang Your homie is choking like hang man While I be letting my chain hang Baby areyeng Sandton Lady I'll be your ben ten Maybe I'll get the benz then Ready will get your friends in You can roll with a boss It don't matter the cost I told you, you down with the boss Nothing is ever mahala It all about getting the gualla I'm making it rain making it rain Making it rain with some dollars Nothing is ever mahala It all about getting the gualla I'm making it rain making it rain Making it rain with some dollars Iwe iwe nothing mahala Iwe iwe nothing mahala Iwe iwe nothing mahala Iwe iwe nothing mahala Iwe iwe nothing mahala Iwe iwe nothing mahala Nothing is ever mahala It all about getting the gualla I'm making it rain making it rain Making it rain with some dollars Nothing is ever mahala It all about getting the gualla I'm making it rain making it rain Making it rain with some dollars
Writer(s): Keith Chitaka Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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