| Song | Na Na Nana Na Na |
| Artist | Jim Jones |
| Album | Pray IV Reign |
| 作曲 : Bridgeford, Cappelli ... | |
| Dipset, as we proceed what have we here? | |
| Take that, take that, it's 0-9 muthafucka | |
| One thing to do get money muthafucka | |
| I pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer | |
| 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 lookin' like | |
| Pac I said, nah not alive, man | |
| I'm lookin' like | |
| Jones Besides | |
| I put money on your skull and bones | |
| And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones | |
| Touch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up | |
| Just 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 | |
| Harlem is one big ski slalom, | |
| I guess the hill is like the | |
| Swiss Alps | |
| We bring them whips out | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras | |
| Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners | |
| Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Drop top at the light screamin' life is good | |
| If there's money on my head | |
| I hope they got a receipt | |
| Cool your old ass off 'cause it's hot on these streets | |
| I got dogs and they not on a leash | |
| So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh? | |
| At this point | |
| I don't think they could take it | |
| Sharks in the water they won't make it to safety | |
| And even though that we been gettin' cake | |
| And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me | |
| Now tell me how | |
| I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? | |
| Sheesh, we are what we are | |
| Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the | |
| ER Flat line if it's red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line | |
| I'm back for mine some more black flyin' | |
| The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, na | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras | |
| Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners | |
| Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Drop top at the light screamin' life is good | |
| And what you do nigga? | |
| I cop cars out the future, pocket so fat like | |
| Raspusha I think | |
| I'm gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous | |
| Chicks want to get with us, the feds takin' flicks of us | |
| They all know | |
| I put on for | |
| Harlem Tell rich | |
| Broadway I took it up another level | |
| I took 80, blew it on a | |
| Beezle Bought the new | |
| Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto | |
| The definition of opulence | |
| The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit | |
| Who would think that this kid from the projects | |
| Get his neck so cold you would think he's lethargic | |
| The wrist look like hypothermia set in | |
| Pick a club night that the burner don't get in | |
| We pop champagne until the club let out | |
| I drink and | |
| I fuck and then | |
| I piss a nigga rent out | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras | |
| Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners | |
| Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Lookin' at my ass don't you wish he had a camera | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Drop top at the light screamin' life is good | |
| You know the rules nigga? | |
| Fly high or get flew over | |
| Roll with us or get rolled over, ain't nothin' change | |
| Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point? | |
| Money, money, money, don't make dollars, don't make sense | |
| Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, | |
| Jones |
| zuò qǔ : Bridgeford, Cappelli ... | |
| Dipset, as we proceed what have we here? | |
| Take that, take that, it' s 09 muthafucka | |
| One thing to do get money muthafucka | |
| I pulled off like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| They would of tried some bullshit but a nigga had the blamer | |
| 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 lookin' like | |
| Pac I said, nah not alive, man | |
| I' m lookin' like | |
| Jones Besides | |
| I put money on your skull and bones | |
| And keep it low, watch what you say up on those fuckin' phones | |
| Touch down and getcha ass hung the fuck up | |
| Just 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 | |
| Harlem is one big ski slalom, | |
| I guess the hill is like the | |
| Swiss Alps | |
| We bring them whips out | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras | |
| Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners | |
| Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Lookin' at my ass don' t you wish he had a camera | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Drop top at the light screamin' life is good | |
| If there' s money on my head | |
| I hope they got a receipt | |
| Cool your old ass off ' cause it' s hot on these streets | |
| I got dogs and they not on a leash | |
| So you hope you understand, do you copy, capesh? | |
| At this point | |
| I don' t think they could take it | |
| Sharks in the water they won' t make it to safety | |
| And even though that we been gettin' cake | |
| And now the money taste sweet like pastry, they hate me | |
| Now tell me how | |
| I look Would you rather live life like me or by the book? | |
| Sheesh, we are what we are | |
| Make the wrong move will put your faggot ass in the | |
| ER Flat line if it' s red apples fallin' hit me on the bat line | |
| I' m back for mine some more black flyin' | |
| The flyest nigga you know that got a knack for crime, na, na | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras | |
| Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners | |
| Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Lookin' at my ass don' t you wish he had a camera | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Drop top at the light screamin' life is good | |
| And what you do nigga? | |
| I cop cars out the future, pocket so fat like | |
| Raspusha I think | |
| I' m gettin' used to lifestyle rich and conspicuous | |
| Chicks want to get with us, the feds takin' flicks of us | |
| They all know | |
| I put on for | |
| Harlem Tell rich | |
| Broadway I took it up another level | |
| I took 80, blew it on a | |
| Beezle Bought the new | |
| Fiskar, flew it through the ghetto | |
| The definition of opulence | |
| The jewels drippin', we droppin' on top and poppin' shit | |
| Who would think that this kid from the projects | |
| Get his neck so cold you would think he' s lethargic | |
| The wrist look like hypothermia set in | |
| Pick a club night that the burner don' t get in | |
| We pop champagne until the club let out | |
| I drink and | |
| I fuck and then | |
| I piss a nigga rent out | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Waitin' at the flash throwin' money at the cameras | |
| Twin turbs out speeding with the scanners | |
| Breeze past the cops screamin' na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Lookin' at my ass don' t you wish he had a camera | |
| We gettin' money like na, na, na, na, na, na | |
| Drop top at the light screamin' life is good | |
| You know the rules nigga? | |
| Fly high or get flew over | |
| Roll with us or get rolled over, ain' t nothin' change | |
| Just the decimal point muthafucka, you get the point? | |
| Money, money, money, don' t make dollars, don' t make sense | |
| Fuck you nigga, suck a dick too, | |
| Jones |