verse 1 yo i pulled off like na na na they wanna try some shit had this bitch try again they only got me because they caught it on the camera they wanna mall but they aint got no stamina they said man you looking like pac na not alive man im looking like jones (capo) besides i put money on your skull and bones and keep it low watch what you say up on the microphone shhhhh bequiet touch down and get yo bitch just like a bunch of cloans hey ma we strech work like your touch your toes and n the middle of july we got that summer snow i got em snow boarding in august and i love a pretty bitch but the porche look gorgeous (juicy) harlem is one big ski slarmen i guess the hill is like the swiz alps we bring them whips out
[chrous] we gettin money like na na na waiting on the flash throwing money at the cameras twin turps out speedin with scanners brezze past the cops screamin na na na we gettin money like na na na lookin at ma ass no he wish he had a camera we gettin money like na na na drop top at the light screamin life is good
verse 2 if its money on my head i hope they got a recipt cool you own shit off cuz its hot on these streets i got dogs and they not on a leash so i hope you understand do you copy capiche (comprende) at this point i dont think they can take it sharks in the water they wont make it to safety 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 we are what we are make the wrong move or put your clear flat line if its red i will fall and hit me on the bat line im back for mine some all black fine tryna flock with me you no i got a knack for crime
[chrous] we gettin money like na na na waiting on the flash throwing money at the camera twin turps out speedin with scanners brezze past the cops screamin na na na we gettin money like na na na lookin at ma ass no he wish he had a camera we gettin money like na na na drop top at the light screamin life is good
verse 3 hey what you do i cop cars out the future pockets all fat like rashbusha think im gettin used to life style all rich and conspicuous chicks wanna get with us the feds takin flicks of us they all know i put on for harlem tell rich boi over there to get up another level god bless em the definition of who would think that this kid from the projects get his neck so cold you would think he a pick a club night till the club let out i drank and i fuck and then i piss a nigga rent out
[chrous] we gettin money like na na na waiting on the flash throwing money at the camera twin turps out speedin with scanners brezze past the cops screamin na na na we gettin money like na na na lookin at ma ass no he wish he had a camera we gettin money like na na na drop top at the light screamin life is good