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Money On My Brain
Featuring b1  (mf) grimm 
Ninety five  keep it live 
Yeah to make papers  knahmsayin? 
Motherfuckin kool g. rap and b1 
And my motherfuc*** man grimm 
Just comin with somethin to keep the brainstem 
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[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*** 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 
I gotta flip these bricks 
Cause bein broke drive me insane 
Money's on my motherfuc*** brain 
From o-z's to ki's 
The triple beam brings fame to my name 
Money's on my motherfuc*** brain 
Niggaz be scheamin and teamin 
But still i maintain 
Money's on my motherfuc*** brain 
Cause money and murder go hand in hand 
It ain't nothin but a game 
Money's on my motherfuc*** brain son 
[grimm] 
Cryin hopin god forgive me for the ones i killed 
But until still, i dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills 
Like mcdonald's, makin mills servin 
Fuck 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 shit 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 fuc*** all his nieces 
Cuties every colour, who i wanna f*** next? 
Buy a new car, maybe lamborghini trunk next 
Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks 
Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck tecs 
A large ratio in this game dies 
But i'm flippin pies, til the senate legalize 
Chorus: grimm, g. rap (same lines) 
[kool g. rap] 
I'm sportin flavors and timbs, a ninety-five bezn 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 ?, 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 niggaz 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'ma 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 shit black, i was young when i did that 
There's dope in the copa cabanas, cock back the hammers 
So niggaz in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas 
Stable of hotties, niggaz with shotties catchin bodies 
Neighborhood john gotti with more notes than pavarotti 
Yeah, paid as a motherfuc*** bank teller 
The goodfella, i stay a motherfuc*** drug seller 
Chorus: grimm, g. rap, b1 (g and b alternate) 
[ad-lib to outro]
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