[Verse] She stand tall with her basket on her head, Shoutin’ loud like the market’s her bed. "Oga! No hand in my tray!" "Who dey steal my pepper soup today?" She pinch the cheek, she twist the knee, But when your cup run dry, she bring the tea. [Pre-Chorus] She scold with fire, but her heart is gold, Even when she’s grumbling, she’s always old— In love with her trade, not for the cash, She feed the world, she don’t need a stash. [Chorus] Oh, market mama, strong and proud, Scolding like the wind, but feedin’ like the cloud! You curse her name, then you beg for more, She slap your hand, then give you a score! Oh, market mama, she run the show— One minute mad, next minute, “Take it, I know!” [Verse] She eye the young man eyein’ her yam, "Too much eye, boy—no time for shame!" But when he tired, she break his bread, With a wink, “Now go and live instead.” She chases kids who run with her fruit, Then hand over one—“For the school book, sweet!” [Pre-Chorus] She scold with fire, but her heart is gold, Even when she’s grumbling, she’s always old— In love with her trade, not for the cash, She feed the world, she don’t need a stash. [Chorus] Oh, market mama, strong and proud, Scolding like the wind, but feedin’ like the cloud! You curse her name, then you beg for more, She slap your hand, then give you a score! Oh, market mama, she run the show— One minute mad, next minute, “Take it, I know!” [Bridge] She don’t need no throne, no crown, no fame, Just a smile when her basket’s not the same. She know the price of every soul’s pain— But still, she gives, like the sun in the rain. [Chorus] Oh, market mama, strong and proud, Scolding like the wind, but feedin’ like the cloud! You curse her name, then you beg for more, She slap your hand, then give you a score! Oh, market mama, she run the show— One minute mad, next minute, “Take it, I know!” [Outro] Take it, I know… Take it, I know… Take it, I know… (softly, with a laugh) E no need go far—she got you, my friend.