Lyrics:
nickname afta dat is money
Let mi give dem di whole story, yeah, ya, ya
As a juvenile in di ghetto were growin' up
Their big guns wanted boy have
(Wat)
Buss any money mi a got
And mi pants and mi shirt and mi shoes and mi socks
And mi Benz and mi drive by wid de bling in mi watch
And a Mini mek
too bellya
When mi a wat
(Wat)
Buss any money mi a got
And mi pants and mi shirt and mi shoes and mi socks
And mi Benz and mi drive by wid de
kiss that I still taste
There's just some things that can't be replaced
Woah, no matter how hard you try
Woah, all the money in the world won't ever
(Intro)
Donricch
………
Yeah ah
Uh mmm
What a big disappointment
No no no yeah ah
Mmm
(VERSE1)
I met a man in the streets
Clean shave nice teeth
Otherwise di place nuh nice
Foreigner arrive, wul ah vibes
No matter weh yuh drive, foot it alright
From you behave yuh welcome here
But be clear
Ah
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
a rich man's game no matter what they call it
And you spend your life putting money in his pocket
as a man can be!
(looking up blandly)
No matter what you say,
Ah still suits me.
You don' make money!
Ah know dat, honey!
I never see none!
Gaza to Gully
Mek dem drive inna range and stop drive sunny
Beenie Man, wid di docta money
Slap weh di billboard and collect him grammy
Stay pan top ah
who don't have no money nuh bother run up ina dis
Nuh matter who show finger and who a fling fist
A money we deal with we nuh ina politics
We make money
easy ting
1 UTG, it nuh tek long
Coil thick and mi style sick like a dead man
Married to di money and mi
Broski a di best man
Come wid nothing funny me
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice cube]
It's the dog breathin' through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster s***
Don
the Crime Stoppers
Don't dip on the dough, 'cause that's a no-no
Make sure you count your money real slow
Be alert, look alive, and act like ya'know
It's,
The man who's head expanded.
The man whose head expanded was corrupted by Mr. Sociological
memory. Was corrupted by Mr. Sociological Memory Man
stand up a Preemee?
Nuh Doc in a criss Lamborghini (zagga)
Pop off and say, "Rass, car key me"
Him say, "Oh God"
Me no response Beenie, valuables, gi'
don't know the whole fire
In the dark, shoot sparks like rim with no tire
I don't deal with the lames, I'd much rather blow by ya
They known to spit
Its about money its bigger than me
I told my homies don't kill him bring the nigga to me, yea.
Don't miss, you fuckin' with the hit man,
Kidnap
Violator , we ending them
Punks
No matter where dem dey
East west north or south
From dem open up dem mouth
And dem dis we
Them a go catch lead in deh
, no-no-no-na-na-na-di-di-di
Ah-ba-boo-di-di-di, ba-boo-di-di-da-boo-di-dow
Dow-dow-dow-dow, oh-oh-oh-no, oh-oh-oh-oh
Ah-na-na-na-no
No-no-no, The man who is just like me
Bia Ogbe icho ime matter mee matter ego
Emena matter nwanyi mobile matter ndi ngbu
Inugo
Rord
Kelly bad man
Money matter
Kee way gi
Anurum na ihe Na
you need something
I tell you get your mind intact
Mi seh one, she likes Beenie Man
Two, she drinks wine, yeah, she let's get in on
I told you that
know
They airborne for start
With the ball in the gutter
They can't turn no dodge
No matter the squadron lieutenant or sergent
Air force the army air
Strippers can't see me all dis money flyin'
30 years old talkin' 'bout retirin'
I'm a show these hoes who the king of diamonds
Soon as I walk in da king
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