Mac - Money Gets lyrics

Published

0 191 0

Mac - Money Gets lyrics

[master p--talking] Yo mac n***a The only reason i'm telling you this n***a Cuz i care 'bout you n***a I wanna see you ball til' you fall n***a, but you know what You know what come with muthaf**in' money and fame? Muthaf**in' enemies, and n***as hatin' You see, you rich now n***a, but ahh Dead men can't spend no muthaf**in' 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 s**, 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** ain't the same n***a 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**a in this game I'll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain In other words, that's cool but a lot of sh** i can't explain b**hes 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**hes got n***as, n***as got b**hes, they be plottin' You show 'em your crib Next week they kickin' in yo' spot And it's a shame when n***as bust your brains with the stripes It seems like i'm the only n***a 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 k**as 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***as, i watch them b**hes In fact i think they all tryna k** mac Wooooo [chorus--master p] Uggggggghhh!