Money M.I Abaga

Money slow to Enter
Money Quick to Go
Money slow to Enter
Where money dey go Ah!
Oh! I dont know, I dont 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