Mcy Ghost Ft. Briss Mbada – Money Lyrics
(Intro)
Now wanna speed the game
Count more money
Wan own a couple Benz’s
Gawtta get the money
(Hook)
Heard you wan be the greatest , gawtta get the money
Wanna earn a Lil respect gawttta get the money
Now when I wake up errymornin all I think is money , all I need is money all I need is money
Money X(16)
(Verse 1)Mcy Ghost
Change the locations when we deally
Stepping on hearts lookin Killy
Alligator countin Hunneds n fifties
Purple kush Gawt rocker on tities
I’m out in the streets
Out in the city
Heard they playin feel it
Out on my business
Juss trynna be realest
You Know wha we did to get fullest
Halla Ma nigguhs in streets
Gawt a hustler on the beat
Halla to erryone spinnin
Man I been thru their feelings
Man I’m too over infinite
Man I’m too over divinity
Man I’m over the feelin yo rappers is sweedy make errythin dizzy
They said I changed I’m still the same buh I gawt money
They said I’m great not to brag buh the power is money
Your mans is whack no offense give em starch they hurry
I changed their game said I’m bad Gawt me all these Hunneds
I got a chance give em taste all is filthy round me
Imma give it best give it birds ain’t no say behind me
Was workin bad
I was late
Plannin yo death
Gawt a purple bag , purple haze and paid for the bags and paid for the gate Ghost
(Verse 2) Briss Mbada
I used to wonder why they like me more under the sheets//
Until the love l got for money told me lm the shit//
If the love l got for money is the root l need the tree/
I feel like Benjamin Franklin should be reburied in me //
I need the dollars like lm a coup //
That’s why the feeling the heat hot soup//
Twenties fiftys and them hundreds talking skyscraper stakes//
Pretty women in my trap house with them boobs showing tits//
Its all about the dollar dollar dollar bill//
Being broke not even cool for me//
I don’t like my chicks singles gimmie three or foursome//
Simply coz lm King Solo lm might need a thousand some//
Big jagwa zikuhevy denhi safer yakazara kuti maga//
Mareal Geez nemaReal beez mahucci smoking dagga//
Pop bottles, smoke hooker zikubaseline kana reRagga//
Mayellow yellow or maslimfit top type yemahwaga//
Even on the day l die l need some stakes in my coffin/
All my huccies you be crying like rest in peace Mr_Green//hucci
Outtro
I woke up every morning
I need some breakfast
I gawtta grind around the city
I need a nice ride
I need a million dollar chick
I gawtta look nice
Thats the reason when I work up all I think is Money
Money, Money Money, Money (x16)