Ahh Ahh Ahh - Atlas da African ft. Dr. Jose Chameleone

[Verse 1]I get a funny feeling when am forced to deal with middlemenWait for me fly you're being senior citizen,Uganda life’s real yeah am swerving on the railWith too bad bars and high heels and miniskirts (fly)Past Kabalaga on Gabba headed to DeucesChampagne flowing like water go ahead and order (nothing)Dressed in Versace these haters they can’t stop meMad coz when I pull up the Rolly his shawty watch me,Kampala am a CaponeAlready blew 1000 a day what can you say? (Nothing)The club is on Smash, UG girls got bodiesFuck a Buggatti, I woke up in a new punaniSo where the whole club last night was made realHangover, headaches, water and avielsLean with it rock with it lean with itLean with it rock with it pockets gat 20 stacks(Chorus)I see di time or they flashing on the bling bling blingI’ve been proposed too but never took the ring ringVIP sitting will be treated like the kings ahh ahh ahhIn every way see mi champagne the bottle popsHaters hating but they forced to give it propsHe make his music so they can hear the tops ahh ahh ahh[Verse 2]Back to downtown from Owino up to KololoCatch me out Simba Casino spending pesaSolo, gambling and scrambling for paperBalling like the Lakers am Kobe you cannot control meSo rock on ice, wrist on iceYou only live once nigga this is my lifeFresher than a shower, money and the powerUsed to struggle, used to hustle, now it’s bottles by the hourDedication, hard work, integrity and loyalty success soon comeHope the money doesn’t spoil meAddicted to the cash, fainted for the dollars Deuces Entertainment Young hustlers discardedSupermodels by the dozen You’re really aint nothing Be careful who you touch I put ya body in the oceanBeef is like lasagne it comes in many layers,The game never changes hommie only the players(Chorus)[Verse 3]Black boy stunting hard with all his cars foreign Had the white on the grill I felt like George Foreman, fourth quarter I was JordanMy whole team scoring Called papi made a purchase early every three morningsJay gave me props but it didn’t mean much I was still out the next night selling my stuffWaiting on a deal and I aint talk of recordsPlatinum make a mill I was trapped before raping Duffle bag boy blue jeans and white Ts Like the Tower of Pisa, my chopper make you leanDon’t believe me ask God I went hard Worldwide famous, pictures with the starsDid the Hammers and the summers,Crashed a few BenzesLost a few friends got back a few ExsNone of y’all rappers did it like meFirst day out of jail was in an SUV(Chorus)