Money Gets lyrics

by

Master P


[Master P--Talking]

Yo Mac n*gga
The only reason I'm telling you this n*gga
Cuz I care 'bout you n*gga
I wanna see you ball til' you fall n*gga, but you know what
You know what come with muthaf*ckin' money and fame?
Muthaf*ckin' enemies, and n*ggas hatin'
You see, you rich now n*gga, but ahh
Dead men can't spend no muthaf*ckin' money

[Chorus--Master P]

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

[Master P]
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 sh*t ain't the same n*gga
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

[Chorus--Master P]

[Mac]

Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
How I feel to be a major muthaf*cka in this game
I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
In other words, that's cool but a lot of sh*t I can't explain
b*tches 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 b*tches got n*ggas, n*ggas got b*tches, they be plottin'
You show 'em your crib
Next week they kickin' in yo' spot
And it's a shame when n*ggas bust your brains with the stripes
It seems like I'm the only n*gga 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 n*ggas, I watch them b*tches
In fact I think they all tryna kill Mac
Wooooo
[Chorus--Master P]

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