Money Gets lyrics

Artist  : Mac 
Song : Money Gets



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[Master P--Talking]

Yo Mac nigga
The only reason I`m telling you this nigga
Cuz I care `bout you nigga
I wanna see you ball til` you fall nigga, but you
know what
You know what come with muthaf**kin` money and
fame?
Muthaf**kin` enemies, and niggas hatin`
You see, you rich now nigga, but ahh
Dead men can`t spend no muthaf**kin` 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 sex, 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*t ain`t the same nigga
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**ka in this game
I`ll told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
In other words, that`s cool but a lot of sh*t I
can`t explain
Bit*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 bit*hes got niggas, niggas got bit*hes, they
be plottin`
You show `em your crib
Next week they kickin` in yo` spot
And it`s a shame when niggas bust your brains
with the stripes
It seems like I`m the only nigga 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 killas 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 niggas, I watch them bit*hes
In fact I think they all tryna kill Mac
Wooooo

[Chorus--Master P]

Uggggggghhh!