Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money , by - M.I.. Song from the album Talk About It, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 10.05.2009
Record label: Chocolate City
Song language: English
Money |
| Money slow to Enter |
| Money Quick to Go |
| Money slow to Enter |
| Where money dey go Ah! |
| Oh! |
| I dont know, I dont know Oh! |
| Yo! |
| I didnt grow poor but I didnt grow Rich |
| It wasnt Cruzin through life but we ruin in the Ditch |
| I would look at some of my friends and get that itch |
| To scracth that cash, to look that Flash |
| Grew with the comply, No self esteem |
| Pops bitched back when Dad didnt make Cream |
| Momma stay back till the boys got grown |
| We reminisce sometimes on the phone |
| How somethings for Christmas |
| Wasnt no Wishless |
| Wasnt no Chickens |
| There Wasnt no Rice |
| We didnt have money for feed, it wasnt funny |
| Couple Gees but still we couldnt pay that price |
| Still I had it Easy and life was good |
| I drink stories with some of my mens from the Hood |
| Drama every day |
| Trauma where they lay |
| Momma used to say |
| Money Slow to Enter |
| Money Quick to Go |
| Money slow to Enter |
| Where money dey go Oh! |
| Ah! |
| Oh! |
| I dont know, I dont know Oh! |
| Life is a, Justra Enthel |
| You wanna get a lady but you cant afford the fall |
| Cos if you dont hit it life will seem like Yell |
| And Death is a Cause if you wanna make Bell |
| The rich gets richer |
| The poor gets Screwed |
| Living is like oil |
| It gets Crude |
| Be Rich and Inherit the Merit and get Chewed |
| But Trials in main life will not get you (Oh! Lord) |
| Money is the Key if you want life to Chill |
| Money is the Juice to produce some skills |
| But money when abused, the Slaughter with the Kill |
| So listen up people this is real |
| Some money can break you if you’re so unfaithful |
| Dont love her too much because she will forsake you |
| Some give her everything and shower praise |
| But what a Bitch when it Stays. |
| Money Slow to Enter |
| Money Quick to Go |
| Money slow to Enter |
| Where money dey go Ah! |
| Oh! |
| I dont know, I dont know Oh! |
| I remember that my Father used to say |
| Pray for better days |
| And gat to enrich your feet with cheydehley |
| And Cheydehley is the distress on Vertebrae |
| Cos all I can do is Drain and Get away |
| To Fast Forward a Few years |
| A Few spring summer times out of a new year |
| Now I’m in the U. S fighting a few fears |
| Grace for a never first place Nigerian |
| And my brother be writing me, Letters and emails, |
| Telling me about school and home and females |
| Telling me about this lovely gurl he’s met |
| He’s sure he loves her though he hasnt kissed her yet, Yep |
| And P. S he thinks it sounds Bro, |
| I need that new P. S or New Nitendo |
| Then I would get off from the call |
| Put a Pen on my Palm |
| What could I write to make the money spend |
| Money Slow to Enter |
| Money Quick to Go |
| Money slow to Enter |
| Where money dey go Ah! |
| Oh! |
| I dont know, I dont know Oh! |