Don Juana's I Believe in Money

Who remembers Don Juana! 😅 
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I came across his hit song 'I believe in Money' aka 'Occupation' on YouTube.  The lyrics of the song so totally captures 'Dan Nigeria's plight' and the unending struggles of an average Nigerian. If only we could be able to address these things: 
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'I believe in Money'
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Chorus
Wayyo! Wayyo! Wayyo! 
Allah kaw da balla'i
Allah kaw da massifa
Allah kaw da azaba
Duk da balla'i har da massifa
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Verse 1
I believe in money, I need some money
I have to be able to feed myself from this occupation
Singing is my occupation from my father’s generation
My uncle is a welder but not in Julius Berger
Oga Mai V boot, Oga Mai Honda, wetin be country hardi
I need that money, give me that money
Before I lose my temper
Government e dey promising my people free education
And free medication, but no occupation
It is only sufferation that leads to my aggression
My frustration
Oga have mercy, have mercy to our people
I have to be able to feed myself from this occupation
I am soliciting on behalf of Dan Nigeria
I am advocating on behalf of Dan Nigeria
I am reacting on behalf of Dan Nigeria
Nigeria is my country
I love my country
Nigeria is my country
Let my country show me loving
I believe in money, I need some money
I have to be able to feed myself from this occupation
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Repeat Chorus
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Verse 2
In a country of 120 million
Them a waste away money in billions
I want to say I am serious
Wat them a do with money in furious??? 
All the poor man sorrows them throw way
All the youth man ready we no play play
Ashes to ashes and clay to clay
All the bad man must pass this way
So whatever you do, remember judgment day
We respect all those who help we
In a coco da jungle them here we plead
What a heart ka wi tee na we country??? 
What a worthless country
All the poor man sorrows them throw away
All the youth man ready we no play 
Ashes to ashes and clay to clay
All the bad man must pass this way
So whatever you do, remember judgment day(3x)
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Repeat Chorus
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Verse 3
Welder is my occupation
Carpenter is my occupation
Vulcanizer is my occupation
Driver is my occupation
Conductor is my occupation
Okada is my occupation
Mai Shayi is my occupation
But Oga, e no easy
Masta Oga, e no easy
I say Oga, e no easy
Masta sallamene (2x)
Doctor Best style donjuana 2006
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Chak! Ta qare! 
A gaya musu gaskiya, na ce ta qare! 
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Repeat Chorus
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Here is the YouTube link: https://youtu.be/lO8DpfE9Lfs

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