Money on My Brain

[Production by Dr. Butcher] [Intro] '95, keep it live Here to make papers, knahmsayin'? Motherfuckin' Kool G Rap and B1 And my motherfuckin' man Grimm Just comin' up with somethin' to keep the brain stimmed [Verse 1: B1] It's Big 1, son, Jamaica Queens is the turf And I'mma exploit Heaven and Earth for what it's worth It's the MC extraordinaire, the jewels glare The God is rare, I'm takin' bitches back to my lair I want mines and yours, strippin' niggas to they drawers No probable cause, with the chrome double 4's It's the Queens New Yorker with a bulletproof parka In '84, it was Calvins and British Walkers Now I'm sippin' Harveys Bristol Cream with the Glock 17 As the sirens race to the scene Tryin' to get dough like Pablo — today, fuck tomorrow Seats RECARO, as I recline in Monte Carlo I got the game down to a science It's the clients that turn small-time hustlers into giants Three course meal, waitin' for my appetizer Blowin' like a geyser, time only makes me wiser Paraphernalia, and material makes the crew imperial I put the fear in you, sippin' beer with two Handlin' business properly, form a monopoly Storefront property, if not, another robbery I'm puttin' forth the effort, murder's the method The steak is peppered Son, when I let off, you meet your Lord and shepherd Bloody money gets niggas deaded and wetted Don't forget it — money's the metal and my hand is magnetic [Hook: B1 (MF Grimm)] I gotta flip these bricks 'cause bein' broke drivin' me insane Money's on my motherfuckin' brain From O-z's to Ki's the triple-beam bring fame to my name Money's on my motherfuckin' brain Niggas be schemin' they team and, but still I maintain Money's on my motherfuckin' brain 'Cause money and murder go hand-in-hand And it ain't nothin' but a game Money's on my motherfuckin' brain, son [Verse 2: MF Grimm] Cryin', hopin' God forgive me for the ones I killed But until still, I dry my eyes with hundred dollar bills Like McDonald's, makin' mills servin' Fuck a Landcruiser now, 'cause I got two Suburbans Stressed out, sittin' thinkin' past bedtime Scared, can't sleep, nightmares about Fed time Diamonds, linens, ostrich and all that Phat shit, I'll talk in code 'cause my phone's tapped Crackheads worship me like I'm Jesus Uncle Sam can't stand me 'cause I'm fuckin' all his nieces Cuties every color, who I wanna fuck next? Buy a new car, maybe Lamborghini truck next Look at the jealousy in the eyes of the roughnecks Bulletproof glass just in case they wanna buck TECs A large ratio in this game dies But that I'm flippin' pies, 'til the Senate legalize [Hook: B1 (MF Grimm)] I gotta flip these bricks 'cause bein' broke drivin' me insane Money's on my motherfuckin' brain From O-z's to Ki's the triple-beam bring fame to my name Money's on my motherfuckin' brain Niggas be schemin' they team and, but still I maintain Money's on my motherfuckin' brain 'Cause money and murder go hand-in-hand And it ain't nothin' but a game Money's on my motherfuckin' brain, son [Verse 3: Kool G Rap] I'm sportin' flavors in Timbs, a '95 Benz with the chrome rims Presidential Rolex, two-carat diamonds with the stone gems Pockets filled with lucci, leather wallets designed by Gucci Parlay in restaurants, eatin' shrimp scampi and sushi Fly minks, with icicles that blink inside Cuban links Lookin' spanked, brothers think got loot like I'm doin' banks Hundred dollar bottles of chammy, condos in Miami Front row seats up at the Grammy's, the broke niggas can't stand me Hold the flame, blow! Hotel suites inside the Flamingo It's owned by the dagos, I step up in 'em rockin' Kangols Straight up fakin' no jax 'cause all my crack shacks are jam-packed My mad stacks show that I'm on the right track like Amtrak So stand back, 'cause I'mma make whatever it takes To shake Jakes and shoot snakes And bake more snowflake cakes than Drake's Cut up your grill like I'm the Barber of the bill Steal like Gotti, bodies are found inside the harbor 'cause I'm ill It's war, but no more kids are bein' kidnapped Matter of fact, ain't with the shit, black, I was young when I did that There's dope in the Copacabanas, cock back the hammers 'Til niggas in pajamas get they wigs split like bananas Stable of hotties, niggas with shotties catchin' bodies Neighborhood John Gotti with more notes than Pavarotti Yeah! Paid as a motherfuckin' bank teller The Goodfella, I stay a motherfuckin' drug seller [Hook: B1 (MF Grimm)] I gotta flip these bricks 'cause bein' broke drivin' me insane Money's on my motherfuckin' brain From O-z's to Ki's the triple beam bring fame to my name Money's on my motherfuckin' brain Niggas be schemin' they team and but still I maintain Money's on my fuckin' brain (Get the cream!) 'Cause money and murder go hand in hand It ain't nothin' but a game Money's on my motherfuckin' brain [Ad-lib to outro]