MO​-​NE​-​Y

by Sam Poetry

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This song is about being torn between religion & financial gain.

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MO-NE-Y
Sitting in my castle, looking at my queen
Sipping on some Grey Goose thinking ‘bout green
Plotting on a scheme to stack more knots
In the pockets of my jeans than my eyes ever seen
But what does it mean to acquire these things
Flat screens, limousines, can it bring inner peace
Can it bring back life when deceased?
Man life is a beast when the price isn’t cheap
On things that you need to survive in the streets
Some say the best things in life are for free
I got a little girl that be counting on me
Plus I got a real big child support fee
Baby mama with her hand out every week
Rent due plus owe back taxes
I should’ve stayed awake in my math classes
The way I did things was ass backwards
I was young and dumb
Some people rob and steal
While others bust them guns to maximize their funds
Life is a gamble; would you sacrifice your life
For a hand full of bucks? Good luck
Some guess four numbers and they hit the lottery
It’s got to be a better way
To elevate your finances, drive nice cars and have fly mansions
While my eyes glance on that-
Chorus
MO-NE-Y, MO-NE-Y,
If you wanna get by, if you wanna be fly,
If you wanna fly high then you gotta get
MO-NE-Y, MO-NE-Y,
Gotta clock them bucks ‘cause in God we trust ‘til the day I die
(2x)
Dreams of big dollars in my pockets, fly linen suits in the closet
Exotic model girls in my bedroom
Diamond studded gold wrist watches
I just fantasize with my eyelids closed
I suppose if I drop hot flows, and rock top shows
I’ll get pots of gold
God ask what does it profit though, to gain the world
And lose your soul
I’m just trying to ride on cruise control
In a brand new coupe with my jewels exposed
And my top down while the music blows, out the speakers
What you know about going out to eat a, box of pizza,
And a 2 liter, leaving empty handed
Embarrassed when the register declines your visa
The problems ease up, when you got cash
On the 1st and 15th but it don’t last
‘Cause government assistance is not enough assistance
The word said the 1st shall be last
The last shall be 1st; I don’t know what’s worse
Being broke and stressed out or being rich and miserable
Its visible, material things can’t bring happiness
But I’m still trying to get it though
Y’all pray for me
Chorus
MO-NE-Y, MO-NE-Y,
If you wanna get by, if you wanna be fly,
If you wanna fly high then you gotta get
MO-NE-Y, MO-NE-Y,
Gotta clock them bucks ‘cause in God we trust ‘til the day I die
(2x)

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released December 4, 2014
written, produced, recorded, & mixed by Sam Poetry for Samiah Inc.

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Sam Poetry Cleveland, Ohio

Sam Poetry is an American rapper, producer, and song-writer from Niagara Falls, New York. His music is a blend of 90's hiphop, r&b, and introspective poetry.

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