Control, control
Lose control
GMK boutta make that dough
Control, control
Control, control
Lose control
I got a couple tricks up my sleeves, yeah
Anything you want I can be
Aje
If you tell me strip, I am gon strip
Anything you want me to do
I got a thing in the NYC
The charger no be regular, the charger Type-C
My baby, show me, show me, show me ṣege
Baby, remove the blues
O ya shift to reggae
Ye ah
E don happen o, e don happen o
For my bed o
Baby bad e o, baby bad e o
No contest e o
You know say me, I no go kiss and tell o
Me and my guys, wе dey for hotel e o
Twеnty niggas moving like we be cartel o
Baby, you I seek, yeah
Ṣe tori yẹn? eh
Baby you judi ah-ah-ah
Ṣe tori yẹn? eh
Baby you judi ah-ah-ah
Shake it, shake it
Shake what your mama gave you
Don't be scared
Bend what your mama gave you
Ntoi to the haters who dey wey no like you
Ntoi to the haters wey wey no send you
You, you
Baby, you know you are a baddie
Even my guys dem dey call you my chargie
Pull up to the crib, follow me to the party
From the party we go to the bedroom
Ye, ah
E don happen o, e don happen o
For my bed e o
Baby bad e o, baby bad e o
No contest e o
You know say me, I no go kiss and tell o
Me and my guys, we dey for hotel e o
Twenty niggas moving like we be cartel o
Baby, you I seek, yeah
Ṣe tori yẹn? eh
Baby you judi ah-ah-ah
Ṣe tori yẹn? eh
Baby you judi ah-ah-ah
I made this while I was in London to mix ‘No Days Off.’ After we finished mixing ‘No Days Off’ with GMK, I asked him if he had any beat for me. So he played the beat, and we made ‘Control.’ I wanted to make a party song that reminds me of early 2000s Nigerian music but also something with a fresh sp...