Lyrics

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 didn't grow poor but I didn't grow Rich It wasn't 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 didn't make Cream Momma stay back till the boys got grown We reminisce sometimes on the phone How somethings for Christmas Wasn't no Wishless Wasn't no Chickens There Wasn't no Rice We didn't have money for feed, it wasn't funny Couple Gees but still we couldn't 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 can't 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!