Ndalama

Mmmmmmmmm Mmmmmmmmm What happened to all the money? What happened to all the dough? What happened to all the money? Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm (Ndalama) See lil Maya had a dream That one day she will make it out of the streets Cos ever since her parents been deceased She's been all alone, poor orphan in the streets Now out here it gets harder every day She tries to make a living in every single way She lives in the ghetto, lives in Chilobwe But she'll walk to Ndirande to get some money by the day And when the day ends, it's back hustling Next day same thing man it's exhausting While you're tyring to live, Maya trying to survive She aint got much but she's happy she's alive And you got a lot but you're out here complaining How you want a better car or better payments But at the end of the day All that Maya really has to say is, "Where the money at?" What happened to all the money? (Kodi ndalama zapita kuti?) What happened to all the dough? (Tikhala tikufunsa mpaka liti?) What happened to all the money? (Kodi ndalama zapita kuti?) Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm (Ndalama) See lil Dziko had a dream Make it big when he drops his album in the streets Hoping that he'll get some money from CD sales Mwina akagulitsako apangako ma profit But he made his album and he didnt make a profit His best friends copied it as soon as they got it Now he's depressed cos the money he invested All went down the drain practically wasted And the hard work that he put in every song The sacrifice he made he wish he knew all along That people would burn it And he wouldnt earn it The money from the profits would be somebody else's As crazy as that may seem We've got a long way to fight these piracy schemes But thats how it is It's tough in Malawi And all that Dziko can say as he worries is "where the money at?" What happened to all the money? (Kodi ndalama zapita kuti?) What happened to all the dough? (Tikhala tikufunsa mpaka liti?) What happened to all the money? (Kodi ndalama zapita kuti?) Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm (Ndalama) Jesus once said the poor, you'll always have with you So good religion is basically asking "what would he do?" We've gotta take care of the orphans and the widows Cos when they cry to God, he will listen to their issues And he'll take action You can dodge the police But you can't cheat God Everything he foresees Everything he foreknows Everything he follows Unaccounted kwachas All the cashgate scandals All the corruption Thriving off the poor Ripping off artists God sees it all And we will endure Dear God maranatha But until then we still gotta ask "where the money at"? But until then we still gotta ask "where the money at"? Dear God maranatha But until then we still gotta ask "where the money at"? What happened to all the money? (Kodi ndalama zapita kuti?) What happened to all the dough? (Tikhala tikufunsa mpaka liti?) What happened to all the money? (Kodi ndalama zapita kuti?) Mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmm (Ndalama) Ooh eh yeaaahhh Ndalamaaaaa aa yeaaaahh Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama Ndalama ndalama