Lyrics To The Song “Money Dreams” By Point One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap) Published By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012

Lyrics To The Song “Money Dreams” By Point One From The Album “Rythmic African Poetry” Written By Justin David Myers (Ascap)  Published By Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap) ©2012

 

 

“You Ready For This Now-----

 

(Chorus)

 

Ill Turn An Ounce Into A Quarter Keeka,

                                                                              Kee-ka,

Make A Million Off These Girls And Strippers,

                                                                                              We Does,

Smell Like Money,  louis Vuitton,

                                                          Sneakers,

                                                                          Sneak Us,

You’ll End Up Getting Popped, Body Left In Bleachers,

                                                                                                    Bleach It,

                                                   

                                     (Intro)

 

You Don’t Know Me,

Aint Met Me,

Don’t Test Me,

Not A Friend And Associate’s My Best Lesson,

If I Havent Seen The Cred’s, Then You Could Be The Fed’s,

I Already Lost One Crib To The Dope Game,

                                                           Your Dead,                                      

 

                                             (Bridge)

 

                               Your Dead,

Cant See No Games I Set These Traps For Rats,

These Two Strikes Aint Gonna Hold Me Back

If Comes To That,

And That’s The Truth, When In The Booth,

Im Only Shooting Facts,

Did Too Much Tyme To Play Atari With These Snitching Cats,

 

 

 

                                                       (Verse uno)

 

Im On The Grynd Daily,

Breaking P’S Down,

Maybe ?

Still On Parole,

The Commissioner And Board Hates Me,

That’s Why Im Still Weighing,

Triple Beam And Digi’ Scaling,

Point One To A Sixteenth,

From Ten To Big Facing,

 

Im Your Mason,

Got The Stones If You Wanna Taste It,

Don’t Waste It,

Cuz The Comeback Is Just So Amazing,

Ive Been Known To Shoot A Deal On A Rare Occasion,

Once In A Lyfe Tyme Player,

So You Gon’ Need To Take It,

 

                                                                          (Chours)

 

Ill Turn An Ounce Into A Quarter Keeka,

                                                                              Kee-ka,

Make A Million Off These Girls And Strippers,

                                                                                              We Does,

Smell Like Money,  louis Vuitton,

                                                          Sneakers,

                                                                          Sneak Us,

You’ll End Up Getting Popped, Body Left In Bleachers,

                                                                                                    Bleach It,

       

                                           (Bridge)

Your Dead,

Cant See No Games I Set These Traps For Rats,

These Two Strikes Aint Gonna Hold Me Back

If Comes To That,

And That’s The Truth, When In The Booth,

Im Only Shooting Facts,

Did Too Much Tyme To Play Saga With All These Snitching Cats,

 

                                                               ( Verse Two)

 

I’ve Witnessed Allot Of Lie’s In The Game,

                                                                            These Money Dreams,

Im Only Living ,Money Reality,

I Got A Nine To Five Hustle Pushin’ Crystiline Speed,

Im Not A Boss,

But Al Capone Speaks And Lives Thru Me,

 

Get That Game Tight,

Step Your Game Up,

Keep That Thang Tucked,

Tare The Scale,

Weigh It Out Cuz,

Get A Fast Buck,

Have A Couple Job’s To Wash Your Money,

Cuz The Task Watch,

Pay The I-R-S And The Judge Off Case You Get Caught,

 

 

                                                       (Chorus)

 

Ill Turn An Ounce Into A Quarter Keeka,

                                                                              Kee-ka,

Make A Million Off These Girls And Strippers,

                                                                                              We Does,

Smell Like Money,  louis Vuitton,

                                                          Sneakers,

                                                                          Sneak Us,

You’ll End Up Getting Popped, Body Left In Bleachers,

                                                                                                    Bleach It,

       

                                           (Bridge)

Your Done,

Cant See No Games I Set These Traps For Rats,

My Two Strikes Will Never  Hold Me Back

It Comes To That,

And That’s The Truth, When In The Booth,

Im Only Shooting Facts,

Did Too Much Tyme To Play Station With All These Snitching Cats,

 

                                         (Outro)

 

 

Ha Ha,

                       Yeah,

                                              1 More Tyme Right !! ,

                                                                                         You Asked For It…..,

                                                 Ha Ha”

 

                                     (End) 

 

©2012 (P)Capone Dub Entertainment (Ascap)