Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo - Money On My Brain Lyrics
Ninety-five, keep it liveYeah to make papers, knahmsayin?Mother*****in kool g. rap and b1And my mother*****in man grimmJust comin with somethin to keep the brainstem..[b1]Its big 1 son, jamaica queens is the turfAnd ima exploit, heaven and earth, for what its worthIts the mc extrordinaire, the jewels glareThe God is rare, Im takin *****es back to my lairI want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawersNo probable cause, with the chrome double 4sIts the queens new yorker with a bulletproof parkaIn eighty-four, it was calvins and british walkersNow Im sippin harveys bristal cream with the glock 17As the sirens race to the sceneTryin to get dough, like pablo, today, ***** tomorrowSeats for carro, as I recline in monte carloI got the game down to a science, its the clientsThat turn small time hustlers into giantsThree course meal, waitin for my appetizerBlowin like a geyser, time only makes me wiserParaphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperialI put the fear in you, sippin beer with twoHandlin business properly, form a monopolyStorefront property, if not, another robberyIm puttin forth the effort, murders the methodThe steak is pepperedSon when I let off you meet your lord and shepherdBloody money gets niggaz deaded and wettedDont forget it, moneys the metal and my hand is magneticChorus: grimm, b1I gotta flip these bricksCause bein broke drive me insaneMoneys on my mother*****in brainFrom o-zs to kisThe triple beam brings fame to my nameMoneys on my mother*****in brainNiggaz be scheamin and teaminBut still I maintainMoneys on my mother*****in brainCause money and murder go hand in handIt aint nothin but a gameMoneys on my mother*****in brain son[grimm]Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I killedBut until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar billsLike mcdonalds, makin mills servin***** a landcruiser now, pulls a ? to suburbanStressed out, sittin thinkin past bed timeScared cant sleep, nightmares about fed timeDiamonds, linens, ostrich and all thatFat shit Im talkin code cause my phones tappedCrackheads worship me like Im jesusUncle sam cant stand me cause Im *****in all his niecesCuties every colour, who I wanna ***** next?Buy a new car, maybe lamborghini trunk nextLook at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecksBulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck tecsA large ratio in this game diesBut Im flippin pies, til the senate legalizeChorus: grimm, g. rap (same lines)[kool g. rap]Im sportin flavors and timbs, a ninety-five bezn with the chrome rimsPresedential rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gemsPockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by gucciParlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushiFly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban linksLookin ? , brothers stink, got loot like Im doin banksHundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in miamiFront row seats up at the grammys, the broke niggaz cant stand meHold the flame low, hotel suites inside the flamingoJust home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin kangolsStraight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packedMy mad stacks, show that Im on the right track, like amtrakSo stand back, cause ima make whatever it takesTo shake jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than drakesCut up your grill like Im the barber of sevilleStill like gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause Im illIts war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of factAint with the shit black, I was young when I did thatTheres dope in the copa cabanas, ***** back the hammersSo niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like bananasStable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin bodiesNeighborhood john gotti with more notes than pavarottiYeah, paid as a mother*****in bank tellerThe goodfella, I stay a mother*****in drug sellerChorus: grimm, g. rap, b1 (g and b alternate)[ad-lib to outro]
