Текст песни Money - MI Abaga

You know what so amazing
This stage is money

Money slow to enter, eh
Money quick to go, ehn
Money slow to enter
Where money dey go, ah?
I don't know, I don't know

Yo! I didn't grow poor, but I didn't grow rich (no)
It wasn't cruzin' through life, but we ruin in the ditch (yeah)
I would look at some of my friends and get that itch (that itch)
To scratch that cash, to look that flash
Grew with a complex, no self-esteem (self-esteem)
Pops bitched back when dad didn't make cream (didn't make cream)
Momma stay back 'til the boys got grown
We reminisce sometimes on the phone

How sometimes for Christmas
Wasn't no wishless (no), wasn't no chickens (no)
There wasn't no rice (yeah)
We didn't have money for feed
It wasn't funny couple gees
But still we couldn't 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, eh
Money quick to go, ehn
Money slow to enter
Where money dey go, ah?
I don't know, I don't know

Life is a, just trotting her tail
You wanna get a lady, you can't afford the fare
'Cause if you don't hit it, life will seem like hell
And death is a cause if you wanna make bail
The rich gets richer, the poor gets 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 skills (no-no-no, no-no-no)
But money when abused, the slaughter with the kill
So listen up people, this is real (oh Lord)
See money can break you, she's so unfaithful (yeah)
Don't love her too much because she will forsake you
Some give her everything and shower praise
But what a bitch, money never stayed

Money slow to enter, eh
Money quick to go, ehn
Money slow to enter
Where money dey go, ah
I don't know, I don't know

I remember that my father used to say, "Pray for better days (yeah)
And gat to enrich your feet with Cheydehley" (yeah)
And Cheydehley is the distress on vertebrae (vertebrae)
'Cause all I can do is drain and get away (get away)
So fast-forward a few years (yeah)
A few springs, summer times out of a new year (yeah)
Now I'm in the U.S. fighting a few fears
Grateful, another first place Nigerian (oh, Lord)

And my brother be writing me, letters and emails
Telling me about school and home and females (no-no-no, no-no-no)
Telling me about this lovely girl he's met
He's sure he loves her though he hasn't kissed her yet, yep
And P.S he thinks it sounds bro
I need that new P.S or new Nintendo
Then I would get off from the call with a pen on my palm
Like, "What could I write to make him understand"

Money slow to enter, eh
Money quick to go, ehn
Money slow to enter
Where money dey go, ah?
I don't know, I don't know, ehn