Omo, see gobe!
They think say I go die for cell
But God pass them, wallahi!
Ah-ah!
I dey inside lockup, dey pray for my life
While my own wife dey plan with her life
She sit for round table with all her friends
Dey talk how they go share my dividends
"This shop must close," na so she dey shout
Planning to run with another man out!
Wahala!
But God shame them, e choke!
God shame them, no joke!
The shop still open, the legacy dey stand
You plan to run, but God spoil your plan!
God shame them, e choke!
Ah-ah, see them now!
She think say lockup na the end of my road
She carry my money, she want make I fold
Dey laugh with her friends, dey drink and dey jubilate
Not knowing say Jehovah go open my gate
Now I dey out, my money dey double
Where is that wife? She don enter trouble!
Who send you?
But God shame them, e choke!
God shame them, no joke!
The shop still open, the legacy dey stand
You plan to run, but God spoil your plan!
God shame them, e choke!
Ah-ah, see them now!
Oya, pack your load and go!
Mo gbe!
God has shamed them o!
No dulling!