[Refrain]
Papa always told me, “No wastage”
Don’t expect me to be throwing bundles of money, biatch
A whole salary on a pair of shoes
You’ll appreciate its worth when you start to lose things
Till I become really rich
We stand together, we want to make it as a family
I’ll be working, even on Sundays
We don’t count the hours when it’s time to feed the kids
[Verse 1]
I'm looking over the city from the rooftop
Waiting for the shops to give me a call saying they’ve run the entire stock
I’m not doing it for the buzz, I’m not doing it to get laid
The goal is to make some butter, and leave them to the kids in my will
You’d have preferred that I remain poor, I’ll remember that on the day I make it big
Maybe, by then, I’d have moved on, when I have trampled my way up over the fallacies
There’ll be no need to come to me saying, “You had to call me” or come asking me about my pay
The journey was far from rosy, that’s why sometimes, I need to pause
[Refrain]
Papa always told me, “No wastage”
Don’t expect me to be throwing bundles of money, biatch
A whole salary on a pair of shoes
You’ll appreciate its worth when you start to lose things
Till I become really rich
We stand together, we want to make it as a family
I’ll be working, even on Sundays
We don’t count the hours when it’s time to feed the kids
[Verse 2]
I spent the whole night dreaming about dollars
As if I had taken painkillers the entire night
I woke up like a convict
Who dreamt all night about being outdoors
I left home at a very early age, hefting and making deliveries
I carried weights for lousy pay; never did snatching of Hermès handbags
At the end of every month, I felt threatened; in the bank account, there was never enough
In the metro, I would write songs, and time has proven them right
[Refrain]
Papa always told me, “No wastage”
Don’t expect me to be throwing bundles of money, biatch
A whole salary on a pair of shoes
You’ll appreciate its worth when you start to lose things
Till I become really rich
We stand together, we want to make it as a family
I’ll be working, even on Sundays
We don’t count the hours when it’s time to feed the kids