Intro
It was amazing
To say these words
Chorus
Money slow to enter eh
Money quick to go eh
Money slow to enter
Where money dey go Ah!
Oh! I don't know, I don't know Oh!
Verse 1
Yo! I didn't grow poor but I didn't grow rich
It wasn't cruising through life but we ruin in the ditch
I would look at some of my friends and get that itch
To scratch that cash, to look that flash
Grew with the comply, no self esteem
Pops bitched back when Dad didn't make Cream
Momma stay home till the boys got grown
We reminisce sometimes on the phone
How somethings for Christmas
Wasn't no Wish list
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 trade stories with some of my men from the Hood
Drama every day
Trauma where they lay
Momma used to say
Chorus
Verse 2
Life is a, Justra Enthel
You wanna get laid but you cant afford the fall
Cos if you don't hit it life will seem like Hell
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 never stays.
Chorus
Verse 3
I remember that my Father used to say
Pray for better days
And God to direct 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 U.S 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 girl he's met
He's sure he loves her though he hasn't kissed her yet, Yep
And P.S he thinks it sounds Bro,
I need that new P.S 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
Chorus
It was amazing
To say these words
Chorus
Money slow to enter eh
Money quick to go eh
Money slow to enter
Where money dey go Ah!
Oh! I don't know, I don't know Oh!
Verse 1
Yo! I didn't grow poor but I didn't grow rich
It wasn't cruising through life but we ruin in the ditch
I would look at some of my friends and get that itch
To scratch that cash, to look that flash
Grew with the comply, no self esteem
Pops bitched back when Dad didn't make Cream
Momma stay home till the boys got grown
We reminisce sometimes on the phone
How somethings for Christmas
Wasn't no Wish list
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 trade stories with some of my men from the Hood
Drama every day
Trauma where they lay
Momma used to say
Chorus
Verse 2
Life is a, Justra Enthel
You wanna get laid but you cant afford the fall
Cos if you don't hit it life will seem like Hell
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 never stays.
Chorus
Verse 3
I remember that my Father used to say
Pray for better days
And God to direct 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 U.S fighting a few fears
Grace for a never first place Nigerian
Telling me about school and home and females
Telling me about this lovely girl he's met
He's sure he loves her though he hasn't kissed her yet, Yep
And P.S he thinks it sounds Bro,
I need that new P.S 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
Chorus
