No Stress

No stress, no wahala hala
No stress, no wahala hala
Me no wan stress, no wahala hala
Baby no stress, no wahala hala
Uh, yo
No stress, no wahala
Wating baby what’s the marra?
You want Gucci and Prada
I got value, Dolce and Gabbana
In the foreign, AMG
Why these niggas wanna hate on me?
(Na-na-na-na-na-na)
Really?
You no like me, KMT
No stress, no wahala
African ting from Uganda
You got one question to answer
Can you really take this banana?
Ey, ey, ey
Uh, she like the way I give lizzy no stress
I like the way she give it to me no stress
They wonder how I did it no stress
Told my momma one day I’ll make a milli don’t stress
No stress, no wahala hala
No stress, no wahala hala
Me no wan stress, no wahala hala
Baby no stress, no wahala hala
I don’t need no stress in my life
Girl, come and sit down pon the pipe
Jump on the ting take a ride
Girl, I’ll get you anything ya like
'Cause she’s not into Michael Kors
She’s into Dior
Coco Chanel with mo
She says she’s linking a man
But she’s thinking of man
She loves Italian footwear, but she says she’s never ever been to Milan
So if you’re ready girl, let’s get into it, man
No stress though
She fell in love with the dress code
Let’s go
She already knows I’m the best though
Ghetto told the mandem to take notes
And I know she’s done
And she likes the way I bust a whine
Get grub and flip mo'
Got a sick flow
Showdown tracks with Big Tobz
No stress, no wahala hala
No stress, no wahala hala
Me no wan stress, no wahala hala
Baby no stress, no wahala hala
No stress, no wahala hala
No stress, no wahala hala
Me no wan stress, no wahala hala
Baby no stress, no wahala hala