Money Man A Pree Lyrics

Every morning mi wake up
Man a think 'bout hustling a way up
House with a big yard fi go rake up
The shine thing dem weh come from Jacob
Government nah give we no solution
Hustler, that's my occupation
Man nah lef' the street, 'cause food haffi eat
And a one thing inna mi meditation, dawg

A money man a pree, wha' the fuck you think?
Every ghetto youth a say, "run the link"
When we get the link, we a buss the link
And if you nah pree money, we a cut the link
A money man a see, 'cause a the fucking style
No time to laugh, nor fucking smile
We think 'bout money, all the while
Bank account, or billfold, or the coil
We hustle hard
Fi the money we a go fah, mama tired fi a suffer down a yard
Money we want
No food inna plate, blood pressure gwan elevate
Blood pressure gwan elevate
No food inna plate, blood pressure gwan elevate

And you no waan see no man pressure
Man pressure say, "nobody lef' pon stretcher"
Man a try be a go-getter
Real money maker, dem be a trendsetter
Dem nuh waan see we life get better
Dem prepa, when the place hotter than pepper
Government, when you see the youth dem a hustle
You come a flex unuh muscle
Dawg

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