[Intro]
Dice Recordings (yeah)
East Co, yeah-yeah
P Jam on this
OK, it's East Co
Dice Recordings
And we’re going to the streets
And it's real right about now
[Chorus: Demon]
It's about the money, it’s about the hoes
It's about the friends, it's about the foes
It's about the rich, it's about the poor
It's about life and much more
It's about the money, it's about the hoes
It’s about the friends, it’s about the foes
It's about the rich, it’s about the poor
It's about life and much more
[Verse 1: Jookie Mundo]
The only time I pop and miss is champagne corks
And your money stays small like midget dwarfs
You hate my fam, you еven dissed my fans
It broke your hеart when people told you Mundo was the man
Girls claiming I'm their baby's daddy
If it’s not me, it's gotta be my bredrin Paddy
And my lyrics stay tight like ancient scripts
Throw your guns in the air if you feel this
You know my name is blowing up like private jets
You feeling turbulence and I ain't even left yet
Jookie Mundo gonna shit on the whole set
I've had enough of MCs with their bad breath
You talk shit, here's a tissue, wipe your lip
Jookie Mundo gonna spit 'til the mic splits
Look at all those haters I hit
You've got 'nuff but you never hit the target, it's started
[Chorus: Demon]
It's about the money, it's about the hoes
It's about the friends, it's about the foes
It's about the rich, it's about the poor
It's about life and much more
It's about the money, it's about the hoes
It's about the friends, it's about the foes
It's about the rich, it's about the poor
It's about life and much more
[Verse 2: Demon]
You better speak when I say so, got shottas on payroll
To make the bullets twist your hair like cane row
Old school like Kangol, labels think I can go
Say that "Armshouse" tune might blow
Scoring shots like a free throw
Can't wait to get three hoes and free dough
Yeah, it's Demon, amigo
You can never flow like I flow
I keep getting bad mind by people
And people won't see the sequel, they'll see the desert eagle
I can get real, real evil
I'm in this game for the paper, wanna get signed to a major
Your wifey's buff, I'ma take her
Girls roll in when you increase the paper
Paper rolls out when you move with the haters
Why you pissed? 'Cause you're not better than me
And my flow shines bright like a Technomarine
[Chorus: Demon]
It's about the money, it's about the hoes
It's about the friends, it's about the foes
It's about the rich, it's about the poor
It's about life and much more
It's about the money, it's about the hoes
It's about the friends, it's about the foes
It's about the rich, it's about the poor
It's about life and much more
[Verse 3: M.L.C]
Asked God for a blessing, police assessing
Need answers to questions, start arresting
Petty criminals, charge 'em with possession
Play a jinnal, next week, get confession
It's real, man on road wear vest packs still
The same one that sells MACs still squeal
And it's the same one, that used to work for the [?] dread
Now going halves with the crackheads
Life change, seen man twice my age
Now footsteps away from the grave
Man wanna get away like Lamboley
It's so gully, I'm Sergeant One like Scully (yes, sir)
You can die from thirst on these streets
While these actors rehearse how to eat
Check their reflection before they leave
Get misconceptions of what they're meant to be
[Chorus: Demon]
It's about the money, it's about the hoes
It's about the friends, it's about the foes
It's about the rich, it's about the poor
It's about life and much more
It's about the money, it's about the hoes
It's about the friends, it's about the foes
It's about the rich, it's about the poor
It's about life and much more
[Outro: Demon]
East Connection
Yep, Dice Recordings, P Jam on this
And we're gone again
It's the roads
