Money Gets Lyrics by Mac

Money Gets

[master ptalking]

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 muthafuckin money and fame?
Muthafuckin enemies, and niggas hatin
You see, you rich now nigga, but ahh
Dead men cant spend no muthafuckin money

[chorusmaster 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 shit 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

[chorusmaster p]

[mac]

Somebody ask me how it feel to have change
How I feel to be a major muthafucka in this game
Ill told them, let the sunshine turn to rain
In other words, thats cool but a lot of shit I cant explain
Bitches 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 bitches got niggas, niggas got bitches, 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 bitches
In fact I think they all tryna kill mac
Wooooo

[chorusmaster p]

Uggggggghhh!