Kool G Rap - Money On My Brain lyrics

[Production by Dr. Butcher] [Intro] Ninety-five, keep it live Yeah to make papers, knahmsayin? Motherf**in Kool G. Rap and B1 And my motherf**in man Grimm Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem [Verse 1: B1] It's Big 1 son, Jamaica Queens is the turf And I'mma exploit, heaven and earth, for what it's worth It's the MC extrordinaire, the j**els glare The God is rare, I'm takin b**hes back to my lair I want mines and yours, strippin n***as 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** 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 Paraphernalia, 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 n***as deaded and wetted Don't forget it, money's the metal and my hand is magnetic [Hook: B1 (MF Grimm)] I gotta flip these bricks Cause bein broke drive me insane Money's on my motherf**in brain From O-Z's to ki's The triple beam brings fame to my name Money's on my motherf**in brain n***as be scheamin and teamin But still I maintain Money's on my motherf**in brain Cause money and murder go hand in hand It ain't nothin but a game Money's on my motherf**in brain son [Verse 2: MF Grimm] Cryin hopin God forgive me for the ones I k**ed But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills Like McDonald's, makin mills servin f** a Landcruiser now, pulls a ? to Suburban Stressed out, sittin thinkin past bed time Scared can't sleep, nightmares about fed time Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that Fat sh** I'm talkin code cause my phone's tapped Crackheads worship me like I'm Jesus Uncle Sam can't stand me cause I'm f**in all his nieces Cuties every colour, who I wanna f** next? Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini truck next Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks Bulletproof gla** just in case they wanna buck Tecs A large ratio in this game dies But I'm flippin pies, til the Senate legalize [Hook: B1 (MF Grimm)] I gotta flip these bricks Cause bein broke drive me insane Money's on my motherf**in brain From O-Z's to ki's The triple beam brings fame to my name Money's on my motherf**in brain n***as be scheamin and teamin But still I maintain Money's on my motherf**in brain Cause money and murder go hand in hand It ain't nothin but a game Money's on my motherf**in brain son [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] I'm sportin flavors and Timbs, a ninety-five Benz with the chrome rims Presedential Rolex, two carat diamonds with the stone gems Pockets filled with Lucci leather wallets designed by Gucci Parlay in resteraunts, eatin shrimp, scampi and sushi Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside cuban links Lookin spank, brothers stink, got loot like I'm doin banks Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke n***as can't stand me Hold the flame low, hotel suites inside the Flamingo Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin Kangols Straight up fakin no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed My mad stacks, show that I'm on the right track, like Amtrak So stand back, cause I'mma make whatever it takes To shake Jakes, and shoot snakes, and bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of Seville Still like Gotti bodies are found inside the harbor cause I'm ill It's war, but no more kids are bein kidnapped, matter of fact Ain't with the sh** black, I was young when I did that There's dope in the Copa Cabanas, co*k back the hammers So n***as in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas Stable of hotties, n***as with shotties catchin bodies Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti Yeah, paid as a motherf**in bank teller The Goodfella, I stay a motherf**in drug seller [Hook: B1 (MF Grimm)] I gotta flip these bricks Cause bein broke drive me insane Money's on my motherf**in brain From O-Z's to ki's The triple beam brings fame to my name Money's on my motherf**in brain n***as be scheamin and teamin But still I maintain Money's on my motherf**in brain Cause money and murder go hand in hand It ain't nothin but a game Money's on my motherf**in brain son [Ad-lib to outro]