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Money On My Brain

Ninety five keep it live

Yeah to make papers knahmsayin'?

Motherfuckin' Kool G. Rap and B1

And my motherfuckin' man Grimm

Just comin' with somethin' to keep the brain stem

It's Big 1 son Jamaica Queens is the turf

And I'ma exploit heaven and earth for what it's worth

It's the MC extraordinaire the jewels glare

The God is rare I'm takin' bitches back to my lair

I want mines and yours, strippin' niggaz to they drawers

No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's

It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka

In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers

Now I'm sippin' Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17

As the sirens race to the scene

Tryin' to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow

Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo

I got the game down to a science, it's the clients

That turn small time hustlers into giants

Three course meal, waitin' for my appetizer

Blowin' like a geyser, time only makes me wiser

Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial

I put the fear in you, sippin' beer with two

Handlin' business properly, form a monopoly

Storefront property, if not, another robbery

I'm puttin' forth the effort, murder's the method

The steak is peppered

Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd

Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted

Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

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I gotta flip these bricks

'Cause bein broke drive me insane

Money's on my motherfuckin' brain

From O-Z's to ki's

The triple beam brings fame to my name

Money's on my motherfuckin' brain

Niggaz be schemed teamin'

But still I maintain

Money's on my motherfuckin' brain

'Cause money and murder go hand in hand

It ain't nothin' but a game

Money's on my motherfuckin brain son

Cryin' hopin' God forgive me for the ones I killed

But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills

Like McDonald's, makin' mills servin'

Fuck a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban

Stressed out, sittin' thinkin' past bed time

Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time

Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that

Fat shit I'm talkin' code cause my phone's tapped

Crackheads worship me like I'm Jesus

Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm fuckin' all his nieces

Cuties every color, who I wanna fuck next?

Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini trunk next

Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks

Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck Tecs

A large ratio in this game dies

But I'm flippin' pies, til the Senate legalize

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I'm sportin' flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Benz with the chrome rims

Presidential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems

Pockets filled with Gucci leather wallets designed by Gucci

Parlay in restaurants, eatin' shrimp, scampi and sushi

Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside Cuban links

Lookin' ?, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin' banks

Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami

Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke niggaz can't stand me

Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo

Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin' Kangols

Straight up fakin' no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed

My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like Amtrak

So stand back, 'cause I'ma make whatever it takes

To shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's

Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of Seville

Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill

It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact

Ain't with the shit black, I was young when I did that

There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers

So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas

Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin' bodies

Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti

Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin' bank teller

The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin' drug seller

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written by WILSON, NATHANIEL THOMAS / VENABLE, ANDREW / HANCOCK, HERBIE / ALSTON, KAREEM KENNETH / CAREY, PERCY L.

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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