Money Gets It Songtext
von Mac
Money Gets It Songtext
Yo Mac nigga
The only reason I′m telling you this nigga
Cause I care about you nigga
I wanna see you ball 'til you fall nigga
But you know what?
You know what come with motherfucking money and fame?
Motherfucking enemies and niggas hating
And see you rich now nigga
But uh, dead men can′t spend no motherfucking money
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money bring power but that's why it get you deaded
See a wise man told me keep your eyes on the sparrow
And don't get caught up like my lil′ homies Harold and Darryl
You see, this shit ain′t the same nigga, times done changed
How many homies out there chasing fortune and fame?
You see, a righteous man, he learn to preach
And a intelligent man, he love to teach
But these ghetto walls got us trapped in
Crack sales, 187, 211, even the state pen
But penitentiary ain't no place for me
God, won′t you hear me, make a way for me
And to my homies that are gone I hope they rest in peace
And we gon' ball ′til we fall while we roll these streets
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money bring power but that's why it get you deaded
Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
How it feel to be a major motherfucker in this game
I told ′em that the sunshine turn to rain
In other words yeah it's cool but it's a lot of shit I can′t explain
Like bitches say they love me but I can′t really believe 'em
Who wouldn′t wanna love me I got money and I'm succeeding
Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches they be plotting
You show ′em your crib next week they kicking in your spot
And it's a shame when niggas bust your brain just for stripes
It seem like I′m the only nigga tripping on my life
At night I say my prayers with my vest on
My triggers under my pillows I'm even scared to get my rest on
Running with them killers that'll ride for me, die for me
Open fire for me, wouldn′t lie to me
I watch my back, I watch my front
I watch them niggas, I watch them bitches
In fact, I think they all trying to kill Mac
Whoa
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money bring power but that′s why it get you deaded
The only reason I′m telling you this nigga
Cause I care about you nigga
I wanna see you ball 'til you fall nigga
But you know what?
You know what come with motherfucking money and fame?
Motherfucking enemies and niggas hating
And see you rich now nigga
But uh, dead men can′t spend no motherfucking money
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money bring power but that's why it get you deaded
See a wise man told me keep your eyes on the sparrow
And don't get caught up like my lil′ homies Harold and Darryl
You see, this shit ain′t the same nigga, times done changed
How many homies out there chasing fortune and fame?
You see, a righteous man, he learn to preach
And a intelligent man, he love to teach
But these ghetto walls got us trapped in
Crack sales, 187, 211, even the state pen
But penitentiary ain't no place for me
God, won′t you hear me, make a way for me
And to my homies that are gone I hope they rest in peace
And we gon' ball ′til we fall while we roll these streets
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money bring power but that's why it get you deaded
Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
How it feel to be a major motherfucker in this game
I told ′em that the sunshine turn to rain
In other words yeah it's cool but it's a lot of shit I can′t explain
Like bitches say they love me but I can′t really believe 'em
Who wouldn′t wanna love me I got money and I'm succeeding
Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches they be plotting
You show ′em your crib next week they kicking in your spot
And it's a shame when niggas bust your brain just for stripes
It seem like I′m the only nigga tripping on my life
At night I say my prayers with my vest on
My triggers under my pillows I'm even scared to get my rest on
Running with them killers that'll ride for me, die for me
Open fire for me, wouldn′t lie to me
I watch my back, I watch my front
I watch them niggas, I watch them bitches
In fact, I think they all trying to kill Mac
Whoa
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you power but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you sex but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money get you respect but it also get you deaded
Keep your eyes on your enemies
And watch your friends
See money bring power but that′s why it get you deaded
Writer(s): P. Miller, Odell Vickers, Mc Kinley Jr Phipps Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
