Money, money
Go, go
Got me going loco

This for all the days
They didn’t pay me
For the bad chick that drove home safely
For the right guy
She go crazy
For the other guy
She an old lady
We young baby
This son baby
You ain’t in Kansas
What you sky for
You ain’t on camera
Take a sip and she lose her manners
We go bananas
Then we go ape sh*t
I feel just like I’m in the matrix
Make work feel like a vacation
Take a walk through this real imagination
Lace up yo sneakers
We out
Commas are what we about
Money that’s to long to count
Money that’s to high to climb
I think I’m losing my mind

Money, money
Go, go
Got me going loco

I just hopped up off the plane
Straight into the flame
I forgot my name
But I know that shit is worth some change
They done sold it all
Had to get it back just to rock it
And wear it on my sleeve
Worth more than your watch is
Give it up
Give it up
They all know you got it
I’m shaking my head because I told him to hide it
He showed her, she showed him
And they went to the closet
And couldn’t nobody stop it

Money, money
Go, go
Got me going loco

GHOST MUSIC
Lyrics by Mattic, Green T, F.P
Beat by Chomsky

(Chorus)
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music
Ghost music

Hey it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music
it's Poltergeist music

The like…
Ah hell now did I miss it?
before you step on the stage your whole show is defeated.
I'm trying to leave a ghost impression on your T.V screen
when you you pause the game to long, I heard your song.

Whole album that's cool, but when I make my rule
My medulla's like pole vaulter's
A high choose
Your best tracks, friend can help.
In the end all you doing is just talking to yourself.

And the crowd the only clap
cause they don't want no playback.
A universal word describes you as whack.
While I sit up in the shadow's sharp like a dagger.
The power that I create from the hood sleepy hollow.

Beauty right in front of your eyes like blooming daffodils
or the vines on my arms, ink that I reveal.
Had a dream Ice Cube went back to kill at will.
Death Certificate host, America's most.

Watch of the poison in sirenges kept in frozen usage.
The stage or the living room I abuse it
Wax allowed it so I be that ball up in Ken's hands
Energy my man let me help you understand

How you got to X a man on the stage

Think they got cha
They think the got cha

Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd

When they watch you

When they watch ya

How you got to X a man on the stage

Think they got cha
they think the got cha

Leave a Ghost impression, on the crowd

When they watch you
When they watch ya

Music pause people
(repeat)
Music make's think
(repeat)
Music make'em think
Man you got make them think!!

MUSIC MAKE THEM DANCE

At The Wine Shop

Lyrics by Mattic & Beat by Blanka

At the wine shop, on the post up
Eating cheese looking at this ladies butt.
I say that, but it don't make me crazy
It's just a compliment, I don't want you baby

Maybe we can plant a plan, I don't think so
You just want to back it up until my tip explode
Whoa !!!!
I ain't down with aggressive ass hoe's
I don't hit because I can I'm professional bro you know.

Lately now ah days women cause trouble
Get together with cupid and the they pop your bubble
Put you on a take off without a shuttle
So you better come prepared, lets organize a huddle.

How many times you been fucked over ?
A couple, had to walk away from the game like Mike Rucker.
Some keep it more nasty then a red neck trucker,
after six or seven glasses of some shit I'm seeing double.

I'm pretty cool with the women who run the shop, after hours we be burning on sticks and playing hip-hop.
They say I'm better then a under counter medicine
pop me in and swallow me down you up in heaven friend.

This one had voice that was raspy
smoking cigarettes and conversation it grasp me.
Gave one more glass, blew smoke out her mouth,
winked her eye and said it's all on the house
Her blouse !!!!

Half open, twins showing, blood system was flowing
to the tippy top, her card dropped around her ankles.
Man I want to spank her, bad girl discipline.
She listen to my ideas but I ain't speaking them.

Hit the splif and then she passed it me.
Wrapped a brother up a block of that cheese my motions freezed.
Leaned over said come and get
You ain't got to run come here and blow me a shotgun.

I put the joint in my mouth and burned my tongue
Coughing up the ashes to the beat of the drum.
She laughed and said I got to come home and take a bath
Were you off to this time of morning ?
You do the math…