President T, Big H - Make Money lyrics

About trigger and base?
Nah, I didn't grow up on Trigga and Bass
But I know that you man grew
Up on Puffy and Mase
I don't just MC, I push keys off base
I don't really watch no face
I'm bangin' out food right outside my place
Eh guv'nor, can't keep up with the pace
I don't want to hear about
Your one little babylon chase
'Cause when it comes to babylon, I buss case
Half these firearm talking guys, they ain't
Even got their own place
Ain't it a big disgrace
I ain't gonna watch or gaze
I make big money, big money ways
And I ain't going to say I'm like the Krays
But I will surely knock a
Couple man into a daze

Hey sonny, heard that you're holding a gun
Prez got the money, 100 percent
Way too gully
Might be an MC but I make big big money
Hey sonny, heard that you're holding a strap
But you're not gully, 100 percent
Way too gully might be an MC but I
Make whole heaps of money

Take a rest, how long's he been spitting? I
Took a slight interest
He's got his eyes on a new Type-S
But his mum's head is filling
With a bag of stress
Cuz, one outrageous mess
I suggest you settle for a bag of sess
Because all that swag emceeing
It didn't impress
Blud, I be a ranger, there's no major
President - Man in Meridian ranger
I've got links all over the globe
Even in the poorest part of Asia
I got old school types, so old school
These man still carry pager
Hey rudey, what's all that screaming for?
Them type of tings will age ya'

Hey sonny, heard that you're holding a gun
Prez got the money, 100 percent
Way too gully
Might be an MC but I make big big money
Hey sonny, heard that you're holding a strap
But you're not gully, 100 percent
Way too gully might be an MC but I
Make whole heaps of money

What you gonna do when shots hit your head?
I said
What you gonna do when shots hit your head?
Any funny business, everybody dead
I said, any funny business, everybody dead
All that talk and chat
Can't test me with a voice like that
What's all this talk about
Draw for the strap?
Look in your eye, I can see you're a cat
These MCs can't sit in my
Seat, my tune's deep, put that on repeat
'Nuff of them claim that they carry heat
How comes, how comes I can't see it?
'Nuff of these MCs want to be shower
I'm gonna
Have to murk one of them every hour
Just to reach top of the ladder
Goons will come round and make shots scatter

Hey sonny, heard that you're holding a gun
Prez got the money, 100 percent
Way too gully
Might be an MC but I make big big money
Hey sonny, heard that you're holding a strap
But you're not gully, 100 percent
Way too gully might be an MC but I
Make whole heaps of money

Hey sonny, heard that you're holding a gun
Prez got the money, 100 percent
Way too gully
Might be an MC but I make big big money
Hey sonny, heard that you're holding a strap
But you're not gully, 100 percent
Way too gully might be an MC but I
Make whole heaps of money