Jim Jones, Bree Beauty - Na Na Nana Na Na lyrics

Dipset (owwww) as we proceed
What have we here (take that take that)
Its '09 motherfucker (one thing to do)
We get money motherfucker (yo)

I pulled off like na na na na na na
They would of tried some bullshit but
A nigga had the blamer (try again)
They only got me cause they
Caught it on a camera (owww)
They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina
(they need it)
They said damn man you lookin' like Pac
I said nah, not alive
Man I'm lookin' like Jones (capo)
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low watch what you
Say up on those fuckin' phones shhh be quiet
Touchdown and getcha ass hung the fuck up
Just like a bunch of clothes hey ma
We stretch work like you touch your toes
And in the middle of July
We got that summer snow
I got 'em snowboarding in August
And I love a pretty bitch
But the Porsche look gorgeous (you see it)
Harlem is one big ski slalom
I guess the Hill is like the Swiss Alps
We bring them whips out

We gettin' money like na na na na na na
Waitin' at the flash throwin'
Money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin' na
Na na na na na
We gettin' money like na na na na na na
Lookin' at my ass know you
Wish he had a camera
We gettin' money like na na na na na na
Drop top at the light screamin' life is good

If there's money on my head I
Hope they got a reciept
Cool your old ass off cause
It's hot on these streets (be easy)
I got dogs and they not on a leash
So you hope you understand
Do you copy? capesh? (comprende?)
At this point I don't think
They could take it
Sharks in the water they won't
Make it to safety (he drown)
And even though that we been gettin' cake
And now the money taste sweet like pastry
They hate me (back at you)
Now tell me how I look
Would you rather live life like
Me or by the book? (you get it?)
Sheesh, we are what we are
Make the wrong move will put your
Faggot ass in the ER he's not gonna make it
Clear? Flatline
If it's red apples fallin' hit
Me on the bat line (Jones)
I'm back for mine, some more black flyin'
The flyest nigga you know that
Got a knack for crime nana

And what you do nigga?
I cop cars out the future
Pocket so fat like Raspusha
I think I'm gettin' used to
Lifestyle rich and conspicuous
Chicks want to get with us (owww)
The feds takin' flicks of us (say cheese)
They all know I put on for Harlem
Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level
(God bless 'em)
I took 80, blew it on a Beezle
Bought the new Fiskar flew
It through the ghetto (15th St)
The definition of opulence
The jewels drippin' we droppin' on
Top and poppin' shit (splash)
Who would think that this
Kid from the projects
Get his neck so cold you
Would think he's lethargic (I'm froze up)
The wrist look like hypothermia set in (what)
Pick a club night that the
Burner don't get in (I can't recall that)
We pop champagne until the club let out (and)
I drink and I fuck and then
I piss a nigga rent out

Uhhhh you know the rules nigga
Fly high or get flew over
Roll with us or get rolled over
Ain't nuthin' change
Just the decimal point motherfucker
You get the point? Money money money
Don't make dollars don't make sense
Fuck you nigga suck a dick too
Jones