Money - Konshens, Masicka

One million, two million

3 million Konshens yo si the plan

Mi vision mi house big like pavilion

Mi no waan dead so no gun dem cyaa put this hand

Reach fi the sky

Wi no si no floor

Wi no si no gate

Wi no si no door

Wa wi si, money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

No more hungry man a pree straight dinner

Wi a the white line weh the road paint in a

Go fi the money, money, money, money

Money, money, money, money

This a clean money, loyalty money

This a rough up road, hard work put in money

This a ghetto youth believe in a yo dream money

Man a gangster mi naw spend no he she money

Mi waan cash in a mi palm

But mi just want all them pot fi put on

So mi work hard mi no stop, mi no calm

Mi fly out fi fly in whoops, poverty gone

Mi can swear fi mi brother

None a wi never change fi the treader

The only thing change a wi clothe and the weather

From mi come out a mi mother mi being a money maker

Mi a mi mother blessing her days haffi better

No gimmi no beritta, mi brave up mi cleaver

And it burn badmind yeh hotter than pepper

Si man a climb, man a try shift weh the ladder

Ghetto youth, roll out clean, clean

The street team, no we zeen

Subconscious the dream team

Dem cyaa si the cheese green

Man a hustler red eye mi cyaa dead poor

Mi seh mi bankbook fi big like 3 scheme

That’s why mi bleach every night bun jack fish

Shop in al mi closet and plane turn taxi

Yeh mi love chat meck dem chat and watch mi

Mi is a youth weh love chat none a dem cyaa stop mi