Yo I gotta story, about money, women, and power and who truly has it Her name, seems to slip my mind but her face is stuck in my brain Can vaguely remember the day we met, see it had rained the road over, on Soppovada was wet And my car wasn't, huggin the terrain So there I came into her lane I was to blame but stopped my headlight in the front 'cause I ran into her back But she didn't, over-react, 'cause her cruiser wasn't even scratched In fact, now that I think, back, I was gettin macked by a tender, oh yeah now I remember Vanessa from Maryland, aggressive and tanned It was December, of '94 and she was finding O attractive Lookin like an actress, skilled in the art of macktress She asked if I was cool, I said "Sure but damn I fell like manure because baby I ain't insured" Her reply - "Poor baby, don't worry, I understand but man makes the money, money never makes the man She said [Hook x2] Man makes the money, money never makes the man Man makes the money, money never makes the man Man makes the money, money never makes the man And that's real, and that's real We started chillin, it was all the way live She flipped me a downtown highrise in 1995 8-50i, no more sess highs, strictly chronic and thai Rolled in place in a gold cigarette case Liquorice papers for sweeter taste, my pockets was laced with big head Benjamins, crushed in cinnamon, linen and black Gators Platinum, chains, rings and bracelets Found out she was a mule for the Mob Had plans to rob, and wanted me in on the job Bust this, disgusted, one night in the middle of sex She asked O-Press - "Are you down for this?" And I said "YES! Baby yes!", ugh I must confess it was a bit risky this way But when she hugged and kissed me, uhh, I didn't care Got to the point I didn't even wear underwear 'cause she would want it everywhere and anywhere (Man makes the money, money never makes the money) [Hook w/ variations x2] The matriarch was established, we was after the cabbage To continue livin lavish she had a plan - hit her ex-man for three hundred grand, I just put him to sleep and keep it movin to a spot where, we used to creep Agreed, greed, bubbled up inside me indeed So on Friday when he received loot, I walked in and proceeded to shoot nigga's in they knees, f*ck 'freeze', yeah yeah there's the money, oh shit and seventeen keys Stashed up and shit, shot to the designated spot at the designated time, she was late I had to wait Escalated my mind to stop the shakes I had just shot niggas up, like a scene out of Carlito's Way She walked in around ten I was in the corner with my 9 sayin "I thought eight was the time we had agreed upon" but I noticed she was nervous I said "What's goin on?", that's when she blurted "??? heard about the Mob, how we did it, the money - give it Trust me baby, I'll be back in a minute" Then she kissed me on my face, grabbed me up under my waist and left, I sat for three hours and still not a trace Soft nigga, I got the seventeen, I'ma just dip That's when the cops showed up, talkin bout an anonymous tip They got the dirty cookers and the pure uncooked Took me and my attorneys hell just to get me one L With no possibilities of parole I was lost Vanessa made me made loot and made off Uh, what? I said Vanessa made me, made loot and made off [Hook to fade] Man makes the money, money never makes the man Man makes the money, money never makes the man She said she said Man makes the money, money never makes the man Man makes the money, money never makes the man What what, what what [Outro - over top of hook] That's what she told me But remember, the lips of strange women, soft like honeycomb Her mouth drippin in poison oil
Written by: MARK JEREMY SEYMOUR
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