Текст песни Money - M.I. Abaga

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 didnt grow poor but I didnt grow Rich
It wasnt 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 complex, No self esteem
Pops bitched back when that didnt make Cream
Momma stayed home till the boys got grown
We reminisce sometimes on the phone
How somethings for Christmas
Wasnt no Wishlist
Wasnt no Chickens
There Wasnt no Rice
We didnt have money for fees, it wasnt funny
Couple Gees but still we couldnt pay that price
Still I had it Easy and life was good
I trade 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, Just trotting her tail
You wanna get laid but you cant afford the fail
Cos if you dont hit it life will seem like jail
And Death is a Cause if you wanna make Bail
The rich get richer
The poor get 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 skill
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 never 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 God to enrich your feet with cheydehley
And Cheydehley is the distress on ma 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!