Money Haffi Mek – Song and Lyrics by Abra Cadabra

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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Money Haffi Mek’ by Abra Cadabra. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Abra Cadabra or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef

Woosh woosh in di face
Gyal don’t wan me vex
Mek gyal run race
Lick arf the, lick arf the, lick arf the bludclart ting
Round here don’t safe
Who told man it’s safe?
All my dons set pace
None of my dons lick stray
Gyal ah get dash, weh
Money haffi drop
Phone ah just ring ring
Like we deya inna deh trap
Ting mad up
Big titty haffi get grab up
Pretty face haffi get kiss up
Side bitch haffi get wrap up

Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef

I bang jobs on the low when I do road (do road, do road)
They ain’t riding on we, they ain’t riding on we cah we do show
Man pop arf the ting and garn
‘Bout you wanna stunt with your Hublot
I run up in yards, run up in traps
Man do road then I do home
Man do road then I do home
Money haffi mek, money fi get tek
Food haffi nyam
If you get in the way of man’s program
Big tom tom haffa bang
Me nuh inna no long talking
Glock 9 deya when we walking
If it’s war then it’s war, then we’re warring
Three star there I ain’t sparring
Tings dem deh bout, shooters deh bout
Ready fi get send out (local)
Creep up line him up
Bone marrow get tek out
I got more than a couple niggas
I’m with some hitters and some fucking drillers
I get up everyday
Thinking damn, I just want these figures

Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef

Rise of the 16 shots
Rise ’till the ting lean out
All me want is more money and mi gold
And mi girls haffi get neat up
Go say we go hard doe
What we do, they don’t do
Looking at my niggas like you
I’mma let it go if one say so
Black white and dirty
Fucking up a nigga for the pressie
Yeah say they gon’ get me
All now, nobody don’t get me
Watch me f*ck it up, blow the budget up
Take the Grammy, pull up wit the burner
Kill it, murder, leave no worker
Bitch, I’m Timmy Turner
Sticky icky, ain’t nobody messing wit me

Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
If a boy die man just a dance wit the chain get tek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek
Money haffi mek (mmmm)
Den run and pop arf with the tek boy body get chef