JIM JONES LYRICS - Na Na Nana Na Na

"Na Na Nana Na Na"



Dipset, as we proceed what have we here?

Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka

One thing to do get money muthafucka



I pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na

They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer

They only got me 'cause they caught it on a camera

They wanna ball but they ain't got no stamina



They said damn man, you lookin' like Pac

I said, nah not alive, man I'm lookin' like Jones

Besides I put money on your skull and bones

And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones



Touch down 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

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 don't 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 receipt

Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets

I got dogs and they not on a leash

So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh?



At this point I don't think they could take it

Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety

And even though that we been gettin' cake

And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me



Now tell me how I look

Would you rather live life like me or by the book?

Sheesh, we are what we are

Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the ER



Flat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line

I'm back for mine some more black flyin'

The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, na



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 don't 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



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, the feds takin' flicks of us



They all know I put on for Harlem

Tell rich Broadway I took it up another level

I took 80, blew it on a Beezle

Bought the new Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto



The definition of opulence

The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit

Who would think that this kid from the projects

Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic



The wrist look like hypothermia set in

Pick a club night that the burner don't get in

We pop champagne until the club let out

I drink and I fuck and then I piss a nigga rent 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 don't 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



You know the rules nigga? Fly high or get flew over

Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change

Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point?

Money, money, money, don't make dollars, don't make sense

Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, Jones