Mansa Musa
Anderson .Paak feat. Dr. Dre & Cocoa Sarai Lyrics
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I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch
Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich
Mansa Musa, gold jewelry
Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece
Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'
All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish
It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!
Uh, my money, money
Pocket so dummy
That mean my money so sick, I might just cough up a hunnid
Rich girl in me own time zone, fuck whoever
Shit, you gotta love me
Now if you owe me mine, better run it
A hunnid miles and runnin', yeah, I'm comin', still gunnin'
Shit that we be on, you could hate it or love it
And if I said it, then I meant it, mother fucker, who want it?
Now I've been on some different shit lately
Like I need to dumb it down for this hip hop scene
Can only come around for this type shit here
If I have to bust around, it's on the hits, my dear
Now what we gwan do with all these hits over here?
Go up in smoke when I disappear, reappear
Hah, I'm just bein' sincere
Boss shit, how we do it?
Crack music, top tier, nigga
Shut it down, my nigga, chill
We could see right through that bullshit, you pussy, nigga, we could tell
Better believe my product sell
Made a billion off my bullshit and did it, nigga, high as hell
Overachiever, nigga, I excel
If my name is on this mother fucker, better believe the stock's up
Professional winners around us
Better fly, leave the buildin', levitatin' on you mother fucks
Back on my bullshit
I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch
Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich
Mansa Musa, gold jewelry
Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece
Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'
All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish
It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!
Mummy rap, double back, gimmie that
Real rich niggas never advertise that
Broke niggas always playin' rich, puttin' on an act
Whoa, nigga, when your money grow, maybe we could chat
But in the meantime, I remain streamlines
Back in my ends if ever my money decline
I double my wins, now look how my whole team shine
Hell no, blow out my dough, I'm tryna keep mine
Nigga, fuck that snow up your nose, it's fuckin' ski time
Ho-ho, call up the hoes, it's shoppin' spree time
Don't nobody roll in a Rolls Royce where we from
So I'm goin' stupid as soon as I get a lil' sum
Dumb, they should have never gave you niggas money!
Hey, watch your mouth boy
You don't ball, boy
You don' maxin' out credit cards, boy
I'ma cash cow, you a hog wart
Tell you anything, you would fall for it
Get the piece, you don't really want war
Why the mean mug? That's uncalled for
Now I'm back on my bullshit
I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch
Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich
Mansa Musa, gold jewelry
Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece
Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'
All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish
It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!
Anderson .Paak’s song “Mansa Musa” is a hip hop track featuring Cocoa Sarai and Dr. Dre. The chorus repeats the name “Mansa Musa,” referencing the West African emperor who, during his reign in the 14th century, was considered the richest man in history. In the first verse, .Paak boasts about his wealth and success, despite so-called “haters” trying to bring him down. The second verse is Dr. Dre’s, in which he raps about being a “cash cow” and directs venom at those who flex their wealth but don’t truly have it. Cocoa Sarai croons the chorus in between the verses, as well as at the end of the song, emphasizing the theme of power and wealth.
The lyrics of “Mansa Musa” speak directly to the current cultural phenomenon of flaunting wealth and success, notably in the realm of hip hop. The name-dropping of Mansa Musa, who was renowned for his immense fortune and lavish displays of wealth, connects the song to a historical legacy of wealth display. At the same time, the aggressive lyrics and beats of the song tap into contemporary hip hop’s fascination with status symbols and unabashed display of wealth.
Line by Line Meaning
Back on my bullshit
Returning to my old ways and habits
I got some money to blow, I'm lookin' good, bitch
I have a lot of money to spend and I look great
Even though I's the king, I stay hood rich
Despite being a king, I prefer to stay true to my roots and remain wealthy in my own way
Mansa Musa, gold jewelry
Referencing the wealthy African ruler Mansa Musa who was known for his extravagant gold jewelry
Ooh, what'chu talkin' 'bout? Shit, go two piece
What are you saying? Let's fight
Every day is Christmas, Santa got his roof missin'
I live a luxurious life every day, it's as if every day is Christmas and even Santa's missing a roof over his head in comparison
All they do throw shots at the king, it's foolish
People keep trying to undermine me, the king, and it's pointless
It's Mansa Musa, power, move, bitch!
I am Mansa Musa, a powerful and confident person, so make way
Uh, my money, money
Talking about money
Pocket so dummy
My pocket is so full of money
That mean my money so sick, I might just cough up a hunnid
My money is so much, it might make me ill
Rich girl in me own time zone, fuck whoever
I have enough money to be in my own world, I don't care about anyone else
Shit, you gotta love me
I'm so great, how could you not love me?
Now if you owe me mine, better run it
If you owe me money, you better pay up
A hunnid miles and runnin', yeah, I'm comin', still gunnin'
I'm coming after what's mine, no matter how far I have to go
Shit that we be on, you could hate it or love it
What we do or are involved in may not be for everyone, some may hate it, some may love it
And if I said it, then I meant it, mother fucker, who want it?
If I said something, I meant it, and if anyone has a problem with it, they should come and face me
Now I've been on some different shit lately
I've been on a unique, new path recently
Like I need to dumb it down for this hip hop scene
I feel like I have to lower my intelligence or change for the current hip hop scene
Can only come around for this type shit here
Only certain people can come around for this type of thing
If I have to bust around, it's on the hits, my dear
If I have to fight, it's going to be on my terms/when I'm at my best and most successful
Now what we gwan do with all these hits over here?
What should we do with all these successes and victories?
Go up in smoke when I disappear, reappear
These successes may not last and they may disappear or fade away when I'm gone and come back
Hah, I'm just bein' sincere
I'm just being honest
Boss shit, how we do it?
We handle things like bosses, how else?
Crack music, top tier, nigga
Our music holds a lot of power and is at the top of the music game
Shut it down, my nigga, chill
We killed it, let's cool down and relax
We could see right through that bullshit, you pussy, nigga, we could tell
We can easily recognize and see through someone's fake or bad behavior
Better believe my product sell
My product is selling well, don't doubt it
Made a billion off my bullshit and did it, nigga, high as hell
I made a lot of money off my own brand of BS and did it while feeling great/high
Overachiever, nigga, I excel
I'm an overachiever and I excel in everything I do
If my name is on this mother fucker, better believe the stock's up
If my name is associated with something, then it's most likely successful and valuable
Professional winners around us
We're surrounded by successful people who are constantly winning
Better fly, leave the buildin', levitatin' on you mother fucks
You better leave quickly and gracefully, or else suffer the consequences of our success
Mummy rap, double back, gimmie that
Trying to sound mysterious with our rap style and take something back from someone
Real rich niggas never advertise that
Real wealthy people don't need to flaunt their riches
Broke niggas always playin' rich, puttin' on an act
Poor people always try to act rich, it's fake
Whoa, nigga, when your money grow, maybe we could chat
When you become successful and wealthier, then we can have a conversation
But in the meantime, I remain streamlines
Until then, I keep myself streamlined and focused
Back in my ends if ever my money decline
If my money ever decreases, I'll go back to where I'm from
I double my wins, now look how my whole team shine
I increase my successes and my team benefits from it, we all shine
Hell no, blow out my dough, I'm tryna keep mine
Absolutely not, I don't want to spend or lose my money, I want to keep it
Nigga, fuck that snow up your nose, it's fuckin' ski time
Forget about snorting drugs, let's go skiing instead
Ho-ho, call up the hoes, it's shoppin' spree time
Let's go on a shopping spree and have a good time with women
Don't nobody roll in a Rolls Royce where we from
No one where we're from has a Rolls Royce, we stand out
So I'm goin' stupid as soon as I get a lil' sum
As soon as I have any amount of money, I'm going to act crazy
Dumb, they should have never gave you niggas money!
People shouldn't give certain people money because they don't know how to handle it
Hey, watch your mouth boy
Be careful and respectful with your words
You don't ball, boy
You're not doing well financially or in life
You don' maxin' out credit cards, boy
You're just spending money you don't have by maxing out your credit cards
I'ma cash cow, you a hog wart
I'm a steady source of money, while you're just a liability or burden
Tell you anything, you would fall for it
You're easily fooled and believe anything you're told
Get the piece, you don't really want war
Get your weapon, because if you start something, I'll finish it
Why the mean mug? That's uncalled for
Why do you have an angry expression? There's no need for it
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Brandon Paak Anderson, Andre Romelle Young
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