Me I no be Don Jazzy, me I’m just a street boy
Me I no be Ice Prince, me I’m just a street boy
Me I no be Olamide, me I’m just a street boy
Me I no be Davido, me I’m just a street boy

Chop up your hustle and make it a struggle chasing this paper you’re racing Bugatti
Tough men in the game I hail oh all these men waiting for me to pop up
So they could find me, drag me and sign me
I’m coaching with big chain, no hot chain no cocaine in my briefcase
Talk about the money nigga no jealousy no fighting
I’m proud of you all my Ogs no sleep more cash more pounds fuck

More dollars ah, more euros ah more money in my bank account cold chain
Me I no be Don Jazzy, me I’m just a street boy
Me I no be Ice Prince, me I’m just a street boy
Me I no be Olamide, me I’m just a street boy
Me I no be Davido, me I’m just a street boy

Boy no follow them do the drug if them like make the starve
Nigga I be racing, racing and racing no cap that place them cool stuffs
Hustler hustler hustler make sure you’re counting your paper in pounds
Million naira in my bag Cslow Big gee are you there? Lee
All these top men in the game, show me how you brand your name
Fine boy fine boy fine boy, fine boy with no fucking cash, lame
Living fake life with no cash

Me I no be Don Jazzy, me I’m just a street boy
Me I no be Ice Prince, me I’m just a street boy
Me I no be Olamide, me I’m just a street boy
Me I no be Davido, me I’m just a street boy

Ta da da da da da da da da I am just a street boy
Ta da da da da da da da da I am just a street boy