โหลดเพลง mp3 Na Na Nana Na Na (Clean Album Version) - Jim Jones

Na Na Nana Na Na (feat. Bree-beauty) - Jim Jones
Dipset

As we proceed

What have we here (take that take that)
It's zore nine muthafucka (one thing to do)

We get money muthafucka

I pulled off like na na na na na na
they would call me swimming
but you no i had answered

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 looking like Pac
I said nah not alive man
I'm lookin like Jones (cappo)
Besides I put money on your skull and bones
And keep it low watch what you say up
on those fuckin phones
Sssh be quiet
Touch down
i watch weapon have you are trailed
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(you see it)
Harlem is one big ski slalom
I guess the hill is like the Swiss Alps
we bring them whips out
We gettin money like nananananana
Waiting at the flash throwin money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin nananananana

We gettin money like nananananana
Looking at my ass know you wish he had a camera
We gettin money like nananananana

Droptop at the light screamin life is good
If there's money on my head I hope they got a reciept
Cool your old ass off
because it's hot on these streets (be easy)
I got dogs and they not on a leash
So you hope you understand
Do you copy capesh (comprende)
At this point I don't think they could take it
Sharks in the water
they won't make it to safety(he drown)
And even though that we been gettin cake
Now the money taste sweet like pastry
they hate me(back at you)

Now tell me how I look
Would you rather live life like me
or by the book(you get it)
Sheesh we are what we are
you make the wrong move will put your faggot ass
in the ER
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 more black flying
The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime
Nana
We getting money like nananananana
Waiting at the flash throwing money at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin nananananana

We gettin money like nananananana
Looking at my ass know you wish he had a camera
We gettin money like nananananana
Droptop at the light screamin life is good

I cop cars out the future
Pocket so fat like Raspusha

I think I'm gettin used to
Lifestyle rich and conspicuous
The feds takin flicks of us (say cheese)

They all know I put on for Harlem
Tell rich broadway
I took it up another level(god bless them)
I took eighty blew it on a beezle
Bought the new Fiskar flew it
through the ghetto(fifteenth st)
The definition of opulence
The jewels drippin we droppin
on top and poppin shit(splash)

Who would think that this kid from the projects
Get his neck so cold
you would think he's lethargic(I'm froze up)
The wrist look like hypothermia 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 and I fuck
and then I piss a nigga rent out

We getting money like nananananana
Waiting at the flash throwin money
at the cameras
Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners
Breeze past the cops screamin nananananana
We getting money like nananananana

Looking at my ass know you wish he had a camera
We gettin money like nananananana

Droptop at the light screamin life is good
Uhhhh
You know the rules nigga

Fly high or get flew over

Roll with us or get rolled over
Ain't nuthin change

deci decimal point

when you get the point

Money money money

Don't make dollars don't make sense

Jones jones jones