Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money Gets , by - Mac. Release date: 20.07.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money Gets |
| Yo Mac nigga |
| The only reason I’m telling you this nigga |
| Cuz I care 'bout you nigga |
| I wanna see you ball til' you fall nigga, but you know what |
| You know what come with muthafuckin' money and fame? |
| Muthafuckin' enemies, and niggas hatin' |
| You see, you rich now nigga, but ahh |
| Dead men can’t spend no muthafuckin' money |
| Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends |
| See money get you power, but it also get you dead |
| Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends |
| See money get you sex, but it also get you dead |
| Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends |
| See money get you respect, but it also get you dead |
| Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, and watch your friends |
| See money brang power, but that’s why it gets you dead |
| You see a wise man told me to keep your eyes on a sparrow |
| And don’t get caught up like my lil' homies Harrold and Darryl |
| You see, this shit ain’t the same nigga |
| Times done changed |
| How many homies out there chasin' fortune and fame |
| You see, a richeous man, he learns to preach and uhh |
| Intelligent man, he love to teach |
| But these ghetto wars got us trapped in |
| Crack sells, 1−8-7, 2−1-1's, even the state pen |
| The penitentury ain’t no place for me |
| God, won’t yah 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 why we roll the streets |
| Somebody ask me how it feel to have change |
| How I feel to be a major muthafucka in this game |
| I’ll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain |
| In other words, that’s cool but a lot of shit I can’t explain |
| Bitches say they love me, but I can’t really believe 'em |
| Who wouldn’t wanna love me, I got money and I’m succedin' |
| Them bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, they be plottin' |
| You show 'em your crib |
| Next week they kickin' in yo' spot |
| And it’s a shame when niggas bust your brains with the stripes |
| It seems like I’m the only nigga trippin' on my life |
| At night I say my prays with my vest on |
| My triggas under my pillows |
| I’m even scared to get my rest on |
| Runnin' with them killas 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 tryna kill Mac |
| Wooooo |
| Uggggggghhh! |