Lyrics:
Me and a friend decided
To leave our lives behind
Wife, child, credit cards
Get in the car, good-bye
Got stuff packed in the trunk
Pulled the plunger
Bank account constantly growing
Conscience faded by years
What matters is the money
Gagged by fear trained staff for special services
Female
So many 25th's of December
Just as many 4th of July's
And we're still holding it together
It only comes down to you and I
I know that you can
This has been brought to you
By Professor Paranoia
And Master J. Duffy, Ph.D
Additional credits for engineering
By Mr. High Sunday
And vocal
they want a payment by Friday
Or they want all-a the furniture back
I went to the credit union
To try to get myself a loan
They said, "I would let
a livin' (yeah)
Barely, gettin' by (get it, girl)
It's all takin' and no givin'
They just use your mind
And they never give you credit
It's enough
She like to run around with no pants
These mothers fucking for free
No credit cards or receipts
I’ll be there by end of day
You live 5 miles away
These
stank on me
Fuck a credit card gotta bank on me
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Live by the G code
On another level get a cheat code
Keep it 100, C note
Party
the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You see, I'm six foot one, and I'm
shoulders, pressing down
If you got it flaunt it, my dreams are haunted
By God I want it, so get it on credit card
If you got it flaunt it, my dreams are
No money down, no credit plan
No time to chase you, I'm a busy man
Found a telephone number, on a laundry slip
And a good hearted jailer, with
Bubble burst by credit curse
Inflation surge and the bubble will burst
Financial alchemy by monetary policy
Create the saving glut for every rich
This time is yours, this time is mine?
It's temperamental
It seems to me, we're on all fours
Crawling on our knees, someone help us please
Oh,
I'm going to LA
Check into a quiet, groovy hotel
Get myself a tan
By the sleepy pool
Meet a pretty girl
Walk her down the strip
And chill out in
man
I walked out, hm, I got bout
Half-way to my car when I heard shorty shout
"Three thousand, forgot your credit card, smart move
By the way, my little
Step
Step
Step by step
Step one, we can have lots of fun
Step two, there's so much we can do
Step three, it's just you and me
Step four, I can
your creditors, especially if you have a good payment history. Start by calling your credit card companies or lenders and explaining your situation.
Ain't ever been the artist
Carried by the Instrumental
'Cause I don't need the beats, nigga
Beats need me
I wrote for a lot of records
And I did it for
Zaytoven, 24hrs
And I got a lil' credit
Ay Twenty stop trippin' on me
I can't lose, and all my blessings comin' by the two
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I
To the credit card
Stick to the program
Made up by old man
Eyes down. Obey
Watched from the tower
Convinced our power
Comes on payday
Trickled down from elite
[Repeat: x4]
Can you feel it?
Gal, me a know you a top class
A go an shake that fat ass, gimme the wind and stop fast
Me a the top boss, come gimme that
Yeah, get it
All these other haters so pathetic
Never wanna give brother credit
Things will be alright, Mamma said it
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, get it
the credits rollin'
Starring Nas, executive poet, produced, directed by
The Kid slash Escobar
Narration describes the lives of lost tribes
In the ghetto,
Many people look through their wallet or their pocket books and, way down at the bottom, past the credit cards and baby pictures and so on, you
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