Dr. Ama - M.O.N.E.Y. lyrics

[Dr. Ama] Money, we live for it, die for it, crooks pull jooks Catch bodies, do bids and fight for it They scheme and conive for it, for papes b**hes f** a n***a, scream rape and lie for it Paper in the atmosphere, be aware We there, beware, we don't play fair God forbid if you were stranger here, son, you a stranger here? Be out, since danger here Angers here in abundance, n***as be fronting on some one sh** And the gun clip run your sh** Be leary of the smiling face, catch you for your style and your papes New York, the wildest apes Hit the strip, lookouts that watch for jake Got plans to live great n***a, by any means f** my enemies, your MP, making memories Big set money, make a n***a envy me, that's my word [Chorus 2X: Dr. Ama] Make Other n***as Envy You, get M.O.N.E.Y Make Other n***as Envy You, get M.O.N.E.Y Whatever it take, we out to get cake Til we die, M-O-N-E-Y [Dr. Ama] Introduced to the game, on 112th and St. Nicks Same sh** soldiers go through in every borough Little n***a plan to be a big n***a, one day Instead of every word son say, he said If he gonna be a church boy, then live for Sunday Sit there, wait for Christ to come back some day In the hood, we live for the pay, die by gunplay The street code branded in my soul by the sunray Wake up, think money, get dressed, think money Get neck, get s**, know the rest, think money In the days we blowing the haze, we thinking money Thug life n***a, ain't a damn thing funny Simple big way, chop them thangs Hit the block, clock the green, copping gleem Front on our spot, we pop them things Plus hot, lay low, pour 'dro, and smack the great [Chorus 2X] [Dr. Ama] Feel me son? Me in the black MDX Smoke tint, been smoking pounds of bless No stress, banging hoes, hold down the residence It's evident, we about dough, profile low Street life, roll c-lo under the street light We the street, cuz the beast walk the beat nights Hop around the clock shop, so we can eat right Game's tight, but who give a f**, we on the come up n***as broad telling, make her dumb up, slip an E Tear the buns up, back to biz, get these ones up Play the game like EA Sports, '04 Like Montazuma, make the stash grow like a tumor Don't hate, cuz we play the hood, thug life, live from the block You strive the block, calling the cops We elect dead presidents, make the block our residence With guns big enough to drop an elephant [Chorus 2X]