Jim Jones "Na Na NaNa Na Na" |
Dipset (Owww) As we proceed, what have we here? (take that take that) It's 0-9 muthafucka One thing to do To get money muthafucka Verse 1: I pulled off like na na nana na na They would of tried some bullshit, a nigga had his blammer (Try again) They only got me cuz they caught it on a camera They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina (weak knees) They said "Damn man, you lookin' like Pac" I said, "Naw, not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones" (Capo) Besides I put money on your skull and bones And keep it low, watch what you say up on them fuckin' phones (Shhhh, be quiet) Touch down, and get yo' ass hung the fuck up just like a bunch of clothes Hey ma we stretch work like you touch your toes And in the middle of July we got that summer snow I got 'em snowboarding in August and I love a pretty bitch but the Porsche it look gorgeous Harlem, is one big ski slalom I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps, we bring them whips out Chorus: We gettin' money like na na nana na na Waitin' on the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na na nana na na (We gettin' money like na na nana na na Lookin' at my ass, don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na na nana na na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good) Verse 2: If there's money on my head I hope they got a receipt Cool your old ass off cuz it's hot on these streets (Be easy) I got dogs and they not on a leash So you hope you understand, do you copy, capiche? (Comprende?) At this point I don't think they could take it Sharks in the water, they won't make it to safety (He drown) And even though that we been gettin' cakey Now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me (back at you) Now tell me how I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? Sheesh, we are what we are Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER (he's not gonna make it, clear) Flat line, if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line I'm back for mine, suttin' all black flyin' The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, eh-na na Chorus: We gettin' money like na na nana na na Waitin' on the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na na nana na na (We gettin' money like na na nana na na Lookin' at my ass, don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na na nana na na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good) Verse 3: And what you do nigga? I cop cars out the future, pockets all fat like Raspusha I think I'm gettin' used to the lifestyle, rich and conspicuous Chicks want to get with us, the feds takin' flicks of us (Say cheese) They all know I put on for Harlem Tell Rich Porter we fone took it up another level (God bless him) I took 80, blew it on a bezel (And) Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto (15th St) The definition of opulence The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit (splash) Who would think that this kid from the projects Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic (i'm froze up) The wrist look like hypothermia set in (What) Pick a club night that the burner don't get in We pop champagne until the club let out (And) I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent out Chorus: We gettin' money like na na nana na na Waitin' on the flash throwin' money at the cameras Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners Breeze past the cops screamin' na na nana na na (We gettin' money like na na nana na na Lookin' at my ass, don't you wish he had a camera We gettin' money like na na nana na na Drop top at the light screamin' life is good) You know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nuttin' change Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point? Money, money, money Don't make dollars, it don't make sense Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, Jones Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |