Money is the root of all evil

with vibes around “money is the root of all evil but I still want it” and the idea that when someone finds success, they may think others aren’t trying. Here’s a lyrical draft you can sing over an Afrobeat or Afropop instrumental:

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Money be the root of evil,

But I still dey chase am (oh yeah).

Success don locate my brother,

No mean say we no dey try (no dey try).

Everyday we hustle for survival,

No sleep till the morning light.

E go better, e go better,

One day we go shine so bright.

Dem say make I calm down,

But hunger no dey slow down.

Dreams for my head dey loud,

Na why I dey move with the sound.

See my people dey fight for daily bread,

Still we dey pray make grace go spread.

If you make am, no look us less,

We still dey grind, God go bless.

Oh mama say—

No give up, no lose way.

Papa talk say—

Patience dey, your time go pay.

But I know say money sweet,

Na him dey ginger my heartbeat.

Even if wahala dey,

I still dey chase am everyday.

Money be the root of evil,

But I still dey chase am (oh yeah).

Success don locate my brother,

No mean say we no dey try (no dey try).

Everyday we hustle for survival,

No sleep till the morning light.

E go better, e go better,

One day we go shine so bright