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Kool G Rap and DJ Polo - Money on my Brain Lyrics



Kool G Rap and DJ Polo - Money on my Brain Lyrics




Ninety-five, keep it live
Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin?
Motherf*ckin Kool G. Rap and B1
and my motherf*ckin man Grimm
Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem

..

[B1]
It's Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the turf
And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth
It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare
The God is rare, I'm takin bitches back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers
No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17
as the sirens race to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, f*ck tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo
I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin business properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, another robbery
I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the method
The steak is peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

Chorus: Grimm, B1

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Ninety-five, keep it live
Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin?
Motherf*ckin Kool G. Rap and B1
and my motherf*ckin man Grimm
Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem

..

[B1]
It's Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the turf
And I'ma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth
It's the MC extrordinaire, the jewels glare
The God is rare, I'm takin bitches back to my lair
I want mines and yours, strippin niggaz to they drawers
No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's
It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka
In eighty-four, it was Calvins and British Walkers
Now I'm sippin Harvey's Bristal Cream with the glock 17
as the sirens race to the scene
Tryin to get dough, like Pablo, today, f*ck tomorrow
Seats for carro, as I recline in Monte Carlo
I got the game down to a science, it's the clients
that turn small time hustlers into giants
Three course meal, waitin for my appetizer
Blowin like a geyser, time only makes me wiser
Paraphenalia, and material, makes the crew imperial
I put the fear in you, sippin beer with two
Handlin business properly, form a monopoly
Storefront property, if not, another robbery
I'm puttin forth the effort, murder's the method
The steak is peppered
Son when I let off you meet your Lord and shepherd
Bloody money gets niggaz deaded and wetted
Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic

Chorus: Grimm, B1

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Writer: DWAYNE CARTER, JOHNNY MOLLINGS, JOHNNY DAVID MOLLINGS, LEONARDO MOLLINGS, LEONARDO V. MOLLINGS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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