Jim Jones - Na Na Nana Na Na lyrics

Dipset, as we proceed what have we here? Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthaf**a One thing to do get money muthaf**a I pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na They would of tried some bullsh** but a n***a had the blamer They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low, watch what you say up on those f**in' phones Touch down 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 Harlem is one big ski slalom, I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps We bring them whips out We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my a** don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good If there's money on my head I hope they got a receipt Cool your old a** off 'cause it's hot on these streets I got dogs and they not on a leash So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh? At this point I don't think they could take it Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety And even though that we been gettin' cake And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me Now tell me how I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? Sheesh, we are what we are Make the wrong move will put your f*ggot a** in the ER Flat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line I'm back for mine some more black flyin' The flyest n***a you know that got a knack for crime, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my a** don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good 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, the feds takin' flicks of us They all know I put on for Harlem Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level I took 80, blew it on a Beezle Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto The definition of opulence The j**els drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' sh** Who would think that this kid from the projects Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic The wrist look like hypothermia set in Pick a club night that the burner don't get in We pop champagne until the club let out I drink and I f** and then I piss a n***a rent out We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Lookin' at my a** don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good You know the rules n***a? Fly high or get flew over Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change Just the decimal point muthaf**a, you get the point? Money, money, money, don't make dollars, don't make sense f** you n***a, s** a dick too, Jones