Money - M.I.

Money slow to Enter

Money Quick to Go

Money slow to Enter

Where money dey go Ah!

Oh!

I dont know, I dont know Oh!

Yo!

I didnt grow poor but I didnt grow Rich

It wasnt Cruzin through life but we ruin in the Ditch

I would look at some of my friends and get that itch

To scracth that cash, to look that Flash

Grew with the comply, No self esteem

Pops bitched back when Dad didnt make Cream

Momma stay back till the boys got grown

We reminisce sometimes on the phone

How somethings for Christmas

Wasnt no Wishless

Wasnt no Chickens

There Wasnt no Rice

We didnt have money for feed, it wasnt funny

Couple Gees but still we couldnt pay that price

Still I had it Easy and life was good

I drink stories with some of my mens from the Hood

Drama every day

Trauma where they lay

Momma used to say

Money Slow to Enter

Money Quick to Go

Money slow to Enter

Where money dey go Oh!

Ah!

Oh!

I dont know, I dont know Oh!

Life is a, Justra Enthel

You wanna get a lady but you cant afford the fall

Cos if you dont hit it life will seem like Yell

And Death is a Cause if you wanna make Bell

The rich gets richer

The poor gets Screwed

Living is like oil

It gets Crude

Be Rich and Inherit the Merit and get Chewed

But Trials in main life will not get you (Oh! Lord)

Money is the Key if you want life to Chill

Money is the Juice to produce some skills

But money when abused, the Slaughter with the Kill

So listen up people this is real

Some money can break you if you’re so unfaithful

Dont love her too much because she will forsake you

Some give her everything and shower praise

But what a Bitch when it Stays.

Money Slow to Enter

Money Quick to Go

Money slow to Enter

Where money dey go Ah!

Oh!

I dont know, I dont know Oh!

I remember that my Father used to say

Pray for better days

And gat to enrich your feet with cheydehley

And Cheydehley is the distress on Vertebrae

Cos all I can do is Drain and Get away

To Fast Forward a Few years

A Few spring summer times out of a new year

Now I’m in the U. S fighting a few fears

Grace for a never first place Nigerian

And my brother be writing me, Letters and emails,

Telling me about school and home and females

Telling me about this lovely gurl he’s met

He’s sure he loves her though he hasnt kissed her yet, Yep

And P. S he thinks it sounds Bro,

I need that new P. S or New Nitendo

Then I would get off from the call

Put a Pen on my Palm

What could I write to make the money spend

Money Slow to Enter

Money Quick to Go

Money slow to Enter

Where money dey go Ah!

Oh!

I dont know, I dont know Oh!