Na Na We Get Money Like - Jim Jones

verse 1

yo i pulled off like na na na

they wanna try some shit

had this bitch try again

they only got me because they caught it on the camera

they wanna mall but they aint got no stamina

they said man you looking like pac

na not alive man im looking like jones (capo)

besides i put money on your skull and bones

and keep it low

watch what you say up on the microphone

shhhhh bequiet

touch down and get yo bitch just like a bunch of cloans

hey ma we strech work like your touch your toes

and n the middle of july we got that summer snow

i got em snow boarding in august

and i love a pretty bitch but the porche look gorgeous (juicy)

harlem is one big ski slarmen

i guess the hill is like the swiz alps

we bring them whips out

we gettin money like na na na

waiting on the flash throwing money at the cameras

twin turps out speedin with scanners

brezze past the cops screamin na na na

we gettin money like na na na

lookin at ma ass no he wish he had a camera

we gettin money like na na na

drop top at the light screamin life is good

verse 2

if its money on my head i hope they got a recipt

cool you own shit off cuz its hot on these streets

i got dogs and they not on a leash

so i hope you understand do you copy capiche (comprende)

at this point i dont think they can take it

sharks in the water they wont make it to safety

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 it look

would you rather live life like me or by the book

we are what we are

make the wrong move or put your

clear flat line if its red i will fall and hit me on the bat line

im back for mine

some all black fine tryna flock with me

you no i got a knack for crime

we gettin money like na na na

waiting on the flash throwing money at the camera

twin turps out speedin with scanners

brezze past the cops screamin na na na

we gettin money like na na na

lookin at ma ass no he wish he had a camera

we gettin money like na na na

drop top at the light screamin life is good

verse 3

hey what you do

i cop cars out the future

pockets all fat like rashbusha

think im gettin used to life style all rich and conspicuous

chicks wanna get with us

the feds takin flicks of us

they all know i put on for harlem

tell rich boi over there to get up another level

god bless em

the definition of

who would think that this kid from the projects

get his neck so cold you would think he a

pick a club night

till the club let out

i drank and i fuck and then i piss a nigga rent out

we gettin money like na na na

waiting on the flash throwing money at the camera

twin turps out speedin with scanners

brezze past the cops screamin na na na

we gettin money like na na na

lookin at ma ass no he wish he had a camera

we gettin money like na na na

drop top at the light screamin life is good