Na Na Nana Na Na (feat. NOE & Brittney Taylor)

I pulled off like na-na-na-na-na-na

They woulda tried some bullshit, a **** had his blammer (Try again)

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

They wanna ball, but they ain't got no stamina (What we need)

They said, "Damn, man, you lookin' like Pac"

I said, "Nah, not a lot, man, I'm lookin' like Jones" (Chapo)

Besides, I put money on your skull and bones

And keep it low, watch what you say up on them fucking phones

(Shh, be quiet)

Touchdown

And get your ass hung the fuck up just like a bunch of clothes

Hey, ma, we stretch the work like you touch your toe

And in the middle of July, we got that summer snow

I got 'em snowballin' in August

And I love a pretty bitch, but the Porsche look gorgeous (She'll see it)

Harlem, it's 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' on the flash, throwin' money at the cameras

Twin turbs, out speedin' 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 you 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 (Be easy)

I got dawgs and they not on leash

So I hope you understand, do you copy? Capiche? (Comprende?)

At this point, I don't think they can take it

Sharks in the water, they won't make it to safety (He drown)

And even though that we been gettin' cakey

Now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me (Back at you)

Now tell me how it look

Would you rather live life like me or by the book? (You geek?)

Sheesh, we are what we are

Make the world move or put your faggot ass in the yard

(He's not gonna make it, clear) Flatline

If it's red apples fallin', hit me on the bat line (Jones)

I'm back for mine, some black flyin'

The flyest **** you know, I got a knack for crime

Na-na-na

We gettin' money like na-na-na-na-na-na

Waitin' on the flash, throwin' money at the cameras

Twin turbs, out speedin' 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 you 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, ****?

I cop cars out the future

Pockets all fat like Rasputia

Think I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous

Chicks wanna get with us, the feds takin' flicks of us (Say cheese)

They all know I put on for Harlem

Till Rich bought our way in to get up another level (God bless him)

I took eighty, blew it on a bezel (And)

Bought the new Fisker, blew it through the ghetto (15th Street)

The definition of opulence

The jewels drippin', we droppin' the top and poppin' shit (Splash)

Who would think that this kid from the projects

Get his neck so cold, you would think he's the dodger? (I'm froze up)

The wrists look like hypothermia's set in (What?)

Pick a club night that the burner don't get in (I can't recall that)

We pop champagne until the club let out (And)

I drink enough, fuckin', then I piss a **** rent out (Go)

We gettin' money like na-na-na-na-na-na

Waitin' on the flash, throwin' money at the cameras

Twin turbs, out speedin' 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 you 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, ****

Fly high, get flew over

Roll with us and get rolled over

Ain't nothing changed

This a decimal point, motherfucker, you get the point

Money, money, money

Don't make dollars, it don't make sense

Fuck you, ****

Suck a dick too (Jones)