J. Cole - M.P.A. lyrics

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J. Cole - M.P.A. lyrics

[Intro: The-Dream] I see the strangest things The evil that money brings I swear it's like a disease That goes round and round and round like sirens And they wanna bury me Why? Cause I'm anti everything I swear it's like a disease That goes round and round and round like sirens [Hook: Kanye West & A$AP Rocky] Money, p**y, alcohol You n***as p**y after all Money, p**y, alcohol You n***as p**y not at all Get in them drawers I had a dream I had it all I woke up and really had it all [Verse 1: Pusha T] The three leading k**ers of you n***as Is the sh** that's most appealing to you n***as Even I fell victim to it, your pride don't let you do it The lies will get you through it Money, p**y, alcohol, what a wonderful co*ktail Fronted my first brick over oxtails and ran with it Dope is like a two-way street The addiction, both you and me, now take a seat Every car got a fleet, every broad get a jeep Every sparkle in the club that wasn't ours, we compete Poor minds, poor decision makers No reward, then what's the risk you taking? New b**h I been f**ing might start a rap war Won't unveil it yet, can't tell it yet Defense wins games Bill Belichick These hoes having Google numbers, n***as better check Yuugh [Hook] Money, p**y, alcohol You n***as p**y after all Money, p**y, alcohol You n***as p**y not at all Get in them drawers I had a dream I had it all I woke up and really had it all [Verse 2: Pusha T] Shout out my b**hes f**ing baseball n***as That dress like Bamas with guaranteed contracts Yeah, I see your vision, sick of prison visits Now the Major League's where you're fishing You young and hot, so why not? The dealers is washed, the money is dry, so take your best shot We can't judge you ‘cause we ain't hug you We sent you off to other hoods and let them n***as f** you For real, we made you watch from afar Even talked down on you, tryna dim your star Until we seen them foreign cars pull up And watch them pick you up And then we realized we missed a diamond in the rough So, make us proud, make it count Until you learn to love ‘em, make ‘em spare no amount Make ‘em dig deeper to keep ya, knowing you deserve it Take advantage of it when you're worth it Real b**hes worth it [Hook] Money, p**y, alcohol You n***as p**y after all Money, p**y, alcohol You n***as p**y not at all Get in them drawers I had a dream I had it all I woke up and really had it all [Verse 3: Pusha T] I've been watching all you real n***as I done seen more won't than you will n***as Take a swing, snatch a chain Lose your mind, go insane I'm in the club, you in the club too I got money, you got money too You think it's honey dew Whispering in my ear like a hunny do Eyeballing every bottle that we running through Trying to stand near, n***a damn near Pushing b**hes out the way to Instagram here It's no pictures, now you in your feelings I'm a real dope boy, no stranger dealings Bruised ego, Henny-induced Debos Nickel bag n***as, all of a sudden Ninos I cancel all of you G-Moneys for G money I get it done for quarter ki money, for real [Hook] Money, p**y, alcohol You n***as p**y after all Money, p**y, alcohol You n***as p**y not at all Get in them drawers I had a dream I had it all I woke up and really had it all [Produced by Kanye West and J. Cole]