MONEY TALK - YAAD TO ABROAD

Yeah, yeah

Yo, tell di DJ run it back

Kingston to Miami, ya done know

Up! Up! Up! Up![Intro]

Money haffi make, gyal haffi whine (whine!)

Bottle pop, light it up, we outside every night

Yaad man link up, Stateside shine

Pocket full, heart cold, but di vibe alright

Money haffi make, gyal haffi whine

From dutty road to penthouse, we a live dat life

Yaad to America, same damn grind

Hustle hard, party harder, til di sunrise[Chorus]

Woke up inna Kingston, sun hot pon di zinc

Block hot, bike loud, but we still haffi think

Corner store to studio, mi nuh sleep, mi nuh blink

Chain heavy, shoes dusty, still clean to di brink

Big batty gyal a whine pon di speaker box

Red Stripe sweat, gold teeth, man a beat di box

No soft life without hard nights pon di rocks

Police siren, church bell, same clock, same shock

We want Benz, we want land, we want more

From half path to half moon, kick down di door

Money haffi make, gyal haffi whine (whine!)

Bottle pop, light it up, we outside every night

Yaad man link up, Stateside shine

Pocket full, heart cold, but di vibe alright

Money haffi make, gyal haffi whine

From dutty road to penthouse, we a live dat life

Yaad to America, same damn grind

Hustle hard, party harder, til di sunrise[Chorus]

Touch down ATL, then a quick flight to MIA

Customs ask questions, mi just smile and say vacation

But mi pockets talk Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens, Haitian

Dollar bill, blue strip, same struggle, different location

Rooftop inna Queens, gyal dem sweet, gyal dem rude

Bottles up, money up, whole place a move

Jamaican boy inna Yankee fitted, can't lose

Sprinter van, studio, club, back to it, no snooze

Jet lag, cash stack, heart still a beat Yaad

But when di bassline drop, you know man a real bad

Yeah we come from nothin, pot cover to pot lid

Same man weh did hungry, now di table full wid rib

Mama pray fi we, but di street still call di kid

So we dance through di pain, let di liquor kill di stress quick

Pretty gyal say she love di accent, love di scar too

She love di realness, say di struggle make di man true

Money haffi make, gyal haffi whine (whine pon me!)

Bottle pop, light it up, we outside every night (every night!)

Yaad man link up, Stateside shine

Pocket full, heart cold, but di vibe alright

Money haffi make, gyal haffi whine

From dutty road to penthouse, we a live dat life

Yaad to America, same damn grind

Hustle hard, party harder, til di sunrise

Yo, from Half Way Tree to Times Square

Same heart, same hustle, same prayer

Up!

Run it back one more time, DJ![Outro]