M.I Abaga - Money lyrics

Money slow to Enter money Quick to Go
Money slow to Enter where money dey go Ah!
Oh! I don't know, I don't know Oh!

Yo! I didn't grow poor but I didn’t grow Rich
It wasn't Cruzin through life but
We ruin in the Ditch
I would look at some of my
Friends and get that itch
To scracth that cash, to look that Flash
Grew with the comply, No self esteem
Pops bitched back when Dad didn't make Cream
Momma stay back till the boys got grown
We reminisce sometimes on the phone
How somethings for Christmas
Wasn’t no Wishless wasn't no Chickens
There Wasn't no Rice
We didn't have money for feed
It wasn't funny couple Gees but still we
Couldn't pay that price
Still I had it Easy and life was good
I drink stories with some of
My mens from the Hood drama every day
Trauma where they lay momma used to say
Money Slow to Enter money Quick to Go
Money slow to Enter
Where money dey go Oh! Ah!
Oh! I don't know, I don't know Oh!

Life is a, Justra Enthel
You wanna get a lady but
You can't afford the fall
Cos if you don't hit it
Life will seem like Yell
And Death is a Cause if you wanna make Bell
The rich gets richer the poor gets Screwed
Living is like oil it gets Crude
Be Rich and Inherit the Merit and get Chewed
But Trials in main life will not get you
(Oh! Lord)
Money is the Key if you want life to Chill
Money is the Juice to produce some skills
But money when abused
The Slaughter with the Kill
So listen up people this is real
Some money can break you
If you're so unfaithful
Don't love her too much because
She will forsake you
Some give her everything and shower praise
But what a Bitch when it Stays

Money Slow to Enter money Quick to Go
Money slow to Enter where money dey go Ah!
Oh! I don't know, I don't know Oh!
I remember that my Father used to say
Pray for better days
And gat to enrich your feet with cheydehley
And Cheydehley is the distress on Vertebrae
Cos all I can do is Drain and Get away
To Fast Forward a Few years
A Few spring summer times out of a new year
Now I’m in the US fighting a few fears
Grace for a never first place Nigerian
And my brother be writing me
Letters and emails
Telling me about school and home and females
Telling me about this lovely gurl he’s met
He's sure he loves her though
He hasnt kissed her yet, yep
And PS he thinks it sounds Bro
I need that new PS or New Nitendo
Then I would get off from the call
Put a Pen on my Palm
What could I write to make the money spend

Money Slow to Enter money Quick to Go
Money slow to Enter where money dey go Ah!
Oh! I don't know, I don't know Oh!