Money on my Brain

<br>Ninety-five, keep it live<br>Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin?<br>Motherfuckin Kool G. Rap and B1<br>and my motherfuckin man Grimm<br>Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem<br><br>..<br><br>[B1]<br>It`s Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the turf<br>And I`ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it`s worth<br>It`s the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare<br>The God is rare, I`m takin bitches back to my lair<br>I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers<br>No probable cause, with the chrome double 4`s<br>It`s the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka<br>In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers<br>Now I`m sippin Harvey`s Bristal Cream with the glock 17<br>as the sirens race to the scene<br>Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, fuck tomorrow<br>Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo<br>I got the game down to a science, it`s the clients<br>that turn small time hustlers into giants<br>Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer<br>Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me wiser<br>Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial<br>I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two<br>Handlin business properly, form a monopoly<br>Storefront property, if not, another robbery<br>I`m puttin forth the effort, murder`s the method<br>The steak is peppered<br>Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd<br>Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted<br>Don`t forget it, money`s the metal and my hand is magnetic<br><br>Chorus: Grimm, B1<br><br> I gotta flip these bricks<br> cause bein broke drive me insane<br> Money`s on my motherfuckin brain<br> From O-Z`s to ki`s<br> the triple beam brings fame to my name<br> Money`s on my motherfuckin brain<br> Niggaz be scheamin and teamin<br> but still I maintain<br> Money`s on my motherfuckin brain<br> Cause money and murder go hand in hand<br> It ain`t nothin but a game<br> Money`s on my motherfuckin brain son<br><br>[Grimm]<br>Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I killed<br>But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills<br>Like McDonald`s, makin mills servin<br>Fuck a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban<br>Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed time<br>Scared can`t sleep, nightmares about fed time<br>Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that<br>Fat shit I`m talkin code cause my phone`s tapped<br>Crackheads worship me like I`m Jesus<br>Uncle Sam can`t stand me cause I`m fuckin all his nieces<br>Cuties every colour, who I wanna fuck next?<br>Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini trunk next<br>Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks<br>Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck Tecs<br>A large ratio in this game dies<br>But I`m flippin pies, til the Senate legalize<br><br>Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap (same lines)<br><br>[Kool G. Rap]<br>I`m sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Bezn with the chrome rims<br>Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems<br>Pockets filled with lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci<br>Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi<br>Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban links<br>Lookin ?, brothers stink, got loot like I`m doin banks<br>Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami<br>Front row seats up at the Grammy`s, the broke niggaz can`t stand me<br>Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo<br>Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols<br>Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed<br>My mad stacks, show that I`m on the right track, like Amtrak<br>So stand back, cause I`ma make whatever it takes<br>to shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake`s<br>Cut up your grill like I`m the Barber of Seville<br>Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I`m ill<br>It`s war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact<br>ain`t with the shit black, I was young when I did that<br>There`s dope in the Copa Cabanas, cock back the hammers<br>So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas<br>Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin bodies<br>Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti<br>Yeah, paid as a motherfuckin bank teller<br>The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin drug seller<br><br>Chorus: Grimm, G. Rap, B1 (G and B alternate)<br><br>[ad-lib to outro]