Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song M.P.A., artist - Pusha T.
Date of issue: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
M.P.A. |
I see the strangest things |
The evil that money brings |
I swear it’s like a disease |
That goes round and round and round like sirens |
And they wanna bury me |
Why? |
Cause I’m anti everything |
I swear it’s like a disease |
That goes round and round and round like sirens |
Money, pussy, alcohol |
You niggas pussy after all |
Money, pussy, alcohol |
You niggas pussy not at all |
Get in them drawers |
I had a dream I had it all |
I woke up and really had it all |
The three leading killers of you niggas |
Is the shit that’s most appealing to you niggas |
Even I fell victim to it, your pride don’t let you do it |
The lies will get you through it |
Money, pussy, alcohol, what a wonderful cocktail |
Fronted my first brick over oxtails and ran with it |
Dope is like a two-way street |
The addiction, both you and me, now take a seat |
Every car got a fleet, every broad get a jeep |
Every sparkle in the club that wasn’t ours, we compete |
Poor minds, poor decision makers |
No reward, then what’s the risk you taking? |
New bitch I been fucking might start a rap war |
Won’t unveil it yet, can’t tell it yet |
Defense wins games Bill Belichick |
These hoes having Google numbers, niggas better check |
Yuugh |
Money, pussy, alcohol |
You niggas pussy after all |
Money, pussy, alcohol |
You niggas pussy not at all |
Get in them drawers |
I had a dream I had it all |
I woke up and really had it all |
Shout out my bitches fucking baseball niggas |
That dress like Bamas with guaranteed contracts |
Yeah, I see your vision, sick of prison visits |
Now the Major League’s where you’re fishing |
You young and hot, so why not? |
The dealers is washed, the money is dry, so take your best shot |
We can’t judge you ‘cause we ain’t hug you |
We sent you off to other hoods and let them niggas fuck you |
For real, we made you watch from afar |
Even talked down on you, tryna dim your star |
Until we seen them foreign cars pull up |
And watch them pick you up |
And then we realized we missed a diamond in the rough |
So, make us proud, make it count |
Until you learn to love ‘em, make ‘em spare no amount |
Make ‘em dig deeper to keep ya, knowing you deserve it |
Take advantage of it when you’re worth it |
Real bitches worth it |
Money, pussy, alcohol |
You niggas pussy after all |
Money, pussy, alcohol |
You niggas pussy not at all |
Get in them drawers |
I had a dream I had it all |
I woke up and really had it all |
I’ve been watching all you real niggas |
I done seen more won’t than you will niggas |
Take a swing, snatch a chain |
Lose your mind, go insane |
I’m in the club, you in the club too |
I got money, you got money too |
You think it’s honey dew |
Whispering in my ear like a hunny do |
Eyeballing every bottle that we running through |
Trying to stand near, nigga damn near |
Pushing bitches out the way to Instagram here |
It’s no pictures, now you in your feelings |
I’m a real dope boy, no stranger dealings |
Bruised ego, Henny-induced Debos |
Nickel bag niggas, all of a sudden Ninos |
I cancel all of you G-Moneys for G money |
I get it done for quarter ki money, for real |
Money, pussy, alcohol |
You niggas pussy after all |
Money, pussy, alcohol |
You niggas pussy not at all |
Get in them drawers |
I had a dream I had it all |
I woke up and really had it all |