Illfonics - Na Na Nana Na Na lyrics

Dipset (owwww) As we proceed What have we here (take that take that) Its 0-9 motherf**er (one thing to do) We get money motherf**er (yo) I pulled off like na na na na na na They would of tried some bullsh** but a n***a had the blamer (try again) They only got me cause they caught it on a camera (owww) They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina (they need it) They said damn man you lookin like Pac I said nah, not alive, man I'm lookin like Jones (cappo) Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low watch what you say up on those f**in phones Sssh be quiet Touchdown And getcha a** hung the f** up just like a bunch of clothes Hey ma, we stretch work like you touch your toes And in the middle of July we got that summer snow I got 'em snowboarding in August And I love a pretty b**h but the Porsche look gorgeous (you see it) Harlem is one big ski slalom I guess the Hill is like the Swiss Alps, we bring them whips out (chorus) We gettin money like nananananana Waitin at the flash throwin money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin nananananana We gettin money like nananananana Lookin at my a** know you wish he had a camera We gettin money like nananananana Droptop at the light screamin life is good If theres money on my head I hope they got a reciept Cool your old a** off cause its hot on these streets (be easy) I got dogs and they not on a leash So you hope you understand Do you copy? capesh? (comprende?) At this point I dont think they could take it Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety (he drown) And even though that we been gettin cake And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me (back at you) Now tell me how I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? (you get it?) Sheesh, we are what we are Make the wrong move will put your f*ggot a** in the ER He's not gonna make it Clear? Flatline If its red apples fallin hit me on the bat line (Jones) Im back for mine, some more black flyin' The flyest n***a you know that got a knack for crime Nana (chorus) And what you do n***a? I cop cars out the future Pocket so fat like Raspusha I think I'm gettin used to Lifestyle rich and conspicuous Chicks want to get with us (owww) The feds takin flicks of us (say cheese) They all know I put on for Harlem Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level (God bless em) I took 80, blew it on a Beezle Bought the new Fiskar flew it through the ghetto (15th st) The definition of opulence The j**els drippin we droppin on top and poppin sh** (splash) Who would think that this kid from the projects Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic (Im froze up) The wrist look like hypothermia set in (what) Pick a club night that the burner dont get in (I can't recall that) We pop champagne until the club let out (and) I drink and I f** and then I piss a n***a rent out (chorus) Uhhhh You know the rules n***a Fly high or get flew over Roll with us or get rolled over Ain't nuthin change Just the decimal point motherf**er You get the point? Money money money Dont make dollars dont make sense f** you n***a s** a dick too Jones