DR. AMA - M.O.N.E.Y. lyrics

rate me

Money, we live for it, die for it, crooks pull jooks

Catch bodies, do bids and fight for it

They scheme and conive for it, for papes

Bitches fuck a nigga, scream rape and lie for it

Paper in the atmosphere, be aware

We there, beware, we don't play fair

God forbid if you were stranger here, son, you a stranger here?

Be out, since danger here

Angers here in abundance, niggas be fronting on some one shit

And the gun clip run your shit

Be leary of the smiling face, catch you for your style and your papes

New York, the wildest apes

Hit the strip, lookouts that watch for jake

Got plans to live great nigga, by any means

Fuck my enemies, your MP, making memories

Big set money, make a nigga envy me, that's my word

Make Other Niggas Envy You, get M.O.N.E.Y.

Make Other Niggas Envy You, get M.O.N.E.Y.

Whatever it take, we out to get cake

Til we die, M-O-N-E-Y

Introduced to the game, on 112th and St. Nicks

Same shit soldiers go through in every borough

Little nigga plan to be a big nigga, one day

Instead of every word son say, he said

If he gonna be a church boy, then live for Sunday

Sit there, wait for Christ to come back some day

In the hood, we live for the pay, die by gunplay

The street code branded in my soul by the sunray

Wake up, think money, get dressed, think money

Get neck, get sex, know the rest, think money

In the days we blowing the haze, we thinking money

Thug life nigga, ain't a damn thing funny

Simple big way, chop them thangs

Hit the block, clock the green, copping gleem

Front on our spot, we pop them things

Plus hot, lay low, pour 'dro, and smack the great

Feel me son? Me in the black MDX

Smoke tint, been smoking pounds of bless

No stress, banging hoes, hold down the residence

It's evident, we about dough, profile low

Street life, roll c-lo under the street light

We the street, cause the beast walk the beat nights

Hop around the clock shop, so we can eat right

Game's tight, but who give a fuck, we on the come up

Niggas broad telling, make her dumb up, slip an E

Tear the buns up, back to biz, get these ones up

Play the game like EA Sports, '04

Like Montazuma, make the stash grow like a tumor

Don't hate, cause we play the hood, thug life, live from the block

You strive the block, calling the cops

We elect dead presidents, make the block our residence

With guns big enough to drop an elephant