In It For The Money - Lyrics - Unexpected - Lumidee

Title: In It For The Money
Album: Unexpected
Artist: Lumidee
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Lumidee Cedeno, Andy Telusima

Lyric:
Lemme get this money together real quick like, what to do?
Big Snoop D.O. double G with the home girl, Lumidee
And we in it for the money, in it for the money
Hey, cheese

I wake up every morning gotta get it 'cause
I'm addicted to money 'cause, see, money is like a drug
It's the root of all evil, my people told me what it does
If you stick to it, get to it, do it now, live it up

Been in the hood since Job Noby stopped me
Talkin' 'bout what they heard how they got me
Man, listen, look, I came in the game
With the same dudes now throwin' dirt on my name

But it ain't nothin' to a girl like me
Love me or hate me I'ma still do me
And I've been through the ups and the downs
And no matter what they say, look, the girl's still around

I'm only in it for the money
This whole industry is funny
They got me turning off the radio
Don't watch no videos, I can't get with it, no

I'm only in it for the money
This whole industry is funny
They got me turning off the radio
Don't watch no videos, I can't get with it, no

Don't get it twisted and don't even try to knock me
'Cause I ain't one to ever be cocky
Man, listen, look, I came in the game
Broke and naive but a lot of shit changed

Yes, I've learned how to play it, I can show and prove
And if you ain't makin' money you ain't makin' moves
Yes, I have been through the ups and the downs
Wait, you're gettin' phased 'cause I'm goin' all rounds

I'm only in it for the money
This whole industry is funny
They got me turning off the radio
Don't watch no videos, I can't get with it, no

I'm only in it for the money
This whole industry is funny
They got me turning off the radio
Don't watch no videos, I can't get with it, no

Up to the ceiling, I'm feelin' like a million away from two billion
And I ain't stopped dealin', but am still in the game, still hearin' my name
Half a million dollar car, quarter million dollar chain
Money, and I'll tell you tonight
Money changes your life from a butter to a steak knife

Used to take life for granted
Now am known as one of the richest rappers
In the whole motherfuckin' planet
Ya dig it, I'm in it for the money

I make it rain, I let it snow
That twenty plus seven more zeros
Add it up, ya livin' wrong, better get right
Stop being broke and get ya monies tight

I'm only in it for the money
This whole industry is funny
They got me turning off the radio
Don't watch no videos, I can't get with it, no

For the money, I'm in it for the money
Ain't no joke, I know you're tired bein' broke
It's for the money, it's only for the money
Never see me smilin', any things damn funny

It's for the money, it's only for the money
He wants the fame and she wants the honey, yeah
It's for the money, it's only for the money
Me and Lumidee, shit, we in it for the money, no

I'm only in it for the money
This whole industry is funny
They got me turning off the radio
Don't watch no videos, I can't get with it, no

I'm only in it for the money
This whole industry is funny
They got me turning off the radio
Don't watch no videos, I can't get with it, no

So what are you in it for?
So what are you in it for?
So what are you in it for?
The question remains

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For The Money - Lyrics - My Town - Montgomery Gentry

Title: For The Money
Album: My Town
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Melvern Rutherford, Kathleen Ann Wright, Sam Tate

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Lyric:
Ah, let me tell you a little story about my family

Daddy almost made a livin'
With eighty acres and a plow
He could have bought that place twice over
Workin' for someone in town

Ah, but you should have seen him
In his fields at harvest time
You'd swear the gates of heaven opened
He was standin' first in line

You can be in it for the money
(For the money)
Money comes and money goes
You can be in it for the money
(For the money)
Oh, you gotta satisfy your soul

I grabbed the world when I turned eighteen
I turned it over and I shook it hard
I filled my pockets up with money
But it burned a whole right through my heart

You can be in it for the money
(For the money)
Money comes and money goes
You can be in it for the money
(For the money)
Oh, you gotta satisfy your soul

You know everybody's got a purpose
From mendin' bones to tendin' bar
You might say that I found mine
When I wrap my hands around this guitar

And I still wonder if I'm crazy
Tryin' to bring a dream to life
But I look forward to tomorrow
And I sleep pretty good at night

You can be in it for the money
(For the money)
Money comes and money goes
You can be in it for the money
(For the money)
Oh, you gotta satisfy your soul

You can be in it for the money
(For the money)
You can be in it for the money
(For the money)

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Money Good - Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

Title: Money Good
Album: Buck Tha World
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): David Brown, Lamarquis Jefferson, Craig Love, L Nix, Jonathan H Smith

Lyric:
G-Unit
Aiyyo, if you got more than a hundred dollars in your pocket
Aiyyo, make some noise in this ****
'Cause I'm gettin' money like a ****, y'all

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now

Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now
Work for the money, money, do ya thang now
Work for the money, money, put it down now

26's got me big, big wheelin'
Money over ****, I'ma get me a million
Thangs done changed, I'm hotter than a flame
So it's no time for me to beef with Jada, Joe or Game

Diamonds in my chain, a Chevy in my yard
And a baby blue Phantom that I keep in the garage
Come here, let me talk to you, show you what my grill 'bout
Ice like Paul Wall but I can't take mine out

Let's play the game 'Big bank take lil' bank'
Flood it like Katrina, make sure that your ship sank
You would think money's growin' on trees
The way your boy run through a couple hundred G's

Fresh white tee 'bout to get my hustle on
I ain't goin' to the club till all my work gone
I'm leanin' on the leather and grippin' on the wood
And I can build whatever, you know my money good, yeah

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real **** should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I got my mind on my money, my money on my mind
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some

I'm sellin' everythang and savin' every dime
I'm good in the hood so you know I'm gon' shine
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some
Get you some, get you some, get you some, get you some

Fifty for the watch, a hundred for the bracelet
I'm headed to the top, I can damn near taste it
I represent my block and give away the ones
The hustle never stops, so my job is never done

So tell me what it costs and show me who the boss
Put your money where your mouth is, I'ma break him off
If you wanna know the reason why I act like that
I can fit a half a mil' in this Louie backpack, yeah

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real **** should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Go and do your thang, just don't get caught
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me
If shorty wanna hate, then tell the **** to walk
Let your money talk, I let my money talk for me

Call me what you want but you can't call me broke
'Cause gettin' big bags of money's all we know
Marble floors in the projects, ghetto millionaire
All this Gucci in my closet, I don't know what to wear

Bentley outside by the ice cream truck
Just ride through the hood, ask 'em if they seen Buck
Thought I wouldn't make it but look at me now
That's why I painted the Benz the same color as Cristal

I can get money, I be in the hood
I be stackin' paper like a real **** should
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

I be pimpin' hard and I got them ****
You ain't gotta ask me, you already know
My money good, we ballin' in the hood
Money good, we ballin' in the hood

Get money, hey, get money
Get money, hey, get money

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Return Of The Hustle - Lyrics - From Nothin' to Somethin' - Fabolous

Title: Return Of The Hustle
Album: From Nothin' to Somethin'
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, John David Jackson, Justin Gregory Smith

Lyric:
Got more, get your money in the air like this
Fab Time, BK
From nothin' to somethin', homie, yes
Street fida-dida-dam, yes
Ay, it's a new year and I'm back for the money
Just, I think I left somethin'

Cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, yup, yup, yup

It's the return of the young hustle
A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle
Me, I rather do my lip-lashin' when the chips cashed in
Then you might see me on the strip, flashin'

Like Vegas lights and they say I shine Vegas bright
Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight
Some shit, gettin' hit and my leg is light
I mean, it coulda been a Tupac Vegas night
Or maybe a notorious L.A. evening

(Boo, you okay?)
I mean, well, I'm breathing
Hell, I'm even, bosser than I left
The money ain't right, then I toss it to the left
Yes, to the left, to the left
Everything is hustled to the deaf, to the F

A, B, baby, they be lazy
Gucci straight jacket 'cuz I may be crazy
Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper
It's a new year but I recycle for the paper
If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper
So have my check right, no typos wit the paper, please

Oh man, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill

I say, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup

They say the rap game remind them of the crack game
That's why they money go quicker than a crack high
My money stack high, how high? Shaq high
Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high

You lookin' at your new hustle like ya last hustle
Was looked at as Russell in my past hustle
Shorty, work it, she be on her ass, hustle
She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles

Fast, rush you, then back to the money
They say I'm frontin', can't turn my back to the money
And truthfully, you cool but I'm attracted to money
So why don't you turn ya back to the money and let it shake

I'm lovin' how you move that smooth, you let it snake
But playas don't chase at it, baby, we let it make
Bet it make sense when you make them dollars
I ain't gotta make 'em move but I make 'em holla

It's my year but y'all could help me celebrate
I'm nine fifteen, that means, I'm hella straight
The Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks
I'm back for my money, it's just they luck, fuck

Come on, man, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill

I say, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup

Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up
Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up

Ladies, money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Money in the air, money in the air
Let me see it up, nigga you don't believe that

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Money - Lyrics - HIStory: Past, Present And Future, Book 1 - Michael Jackson

Title: Money
Album: HIStory: Past, Present And Future, Book 1
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): Clark Kent, Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble, Tiffany Lane, Anthony Jackson

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Lyric:
Money
Money

Lie for it
Spy for it
Kill for it
Die for it

So you call it trust
But I say it's just
In the devil's game
Of greed and lust

They don't care
They'd do me for the money
They don't care
They use me for the money

So you go to church
Read the Holy Word
In the scheme of life
It's all absurd

They don't care
They'd kill for the money
Do or dare
The thrill for the money

You're saluting the flag
Your country trusts you
Now you're wearing a badge
You're called the 'Just few'

And you're fighting the wars
A soldier must do
I'll never betray or deceive
You my friend but

If you show me the cash
Then I will take it
If you tell me to cry
Then I will fake it
If you give me a hand
Then I will shake it
You do anything for money

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Insurance?
Where do your loyalties lie?
Is that your alibi?
I don't think so

You don't care
You do it for the money
Say it's fair
You sue her for the money

Want your pot of gold
Need the Midas touch
Bet you sell your soul
'Cause your God is such

You don't care
You kill for the money
Do or dare
The thrill for the money

Are you infected with the same disease
Of lust, gluttony and greed? then watch the one's
With the biggest smiles, the idle jabbers
'Cause they're the backstabbers

If you know it's a lie
Then you will swear it
If you give it with guilt
Then you will bear it
If it's taking a chance
Then you will dare it
You do anything for money

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

You say you wouldn't do it
For all the money in the world
I don't think so

If you show me the man
Then I will sell him
If you ask me to lie
Then I will tell him
If you're stealing with God
Then you will hell him
You do anything for money

Anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

Anything, anything
Anything for money
Would lie for you
Would die for you
Even sell my soul to the devil

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Z - Money Ain'T A Thing - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thing
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh, uh, so so Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun, son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one, zero, zero, zero, oh doub'
Damn, near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye, bye with da, da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm 'The Truth' like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real 'til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said, she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light gray
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin' it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, 'Money ain't a thang'
Bubble hard in the double R flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up, see the money ain't a thang

So so Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Money Aint A Thang - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Money Aint A Thang
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi 'til I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and J.D. got it locked crazy, where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match
Cats say, "I'm the shit man"
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burn than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo'

I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why? 'Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know about y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R and B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck, I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awesome
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play

So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that
And personally your raps is where the trouble at

I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screamin', it's not a game
Gleamin', from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even, me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out, money ain't a thang
Bubble hard in the double R, flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam
And to Hell with the price 'cause the money ain't a thang
Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit' us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Ya slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is
Rock, rock on
Rock, rock on
Rock

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Z - Money Ain'T A Thang - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Money Ain'T A Thang
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven R Arrington, Charles C Carter, Shawn C Carter, Waung Hankerson, Roger Parker, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Uh uh
So so def
Yeah, yeah

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

I flex the rol', sign a check for yo' hoe
Jigga's style is love, X and O
Save all your accolades, just the dough
My game is wide, all lames aside

Tryin' to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet
Foolish, ain't I the chain'll strain ya eye
Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky
Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it

Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young
See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up
Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub'
Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up

Multi till I close up, it's all basic
I been spending hundreds since they had small faces
Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas
Me and Jay-Z got it locked crazy
Where you at haters?

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
It's slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

My cake thick, I live the life
Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night
I make the big moves, do the big things
Take small groups, turn them into big names

The big dog with the big chain, frost bit bracelet to match
Cats say I'm the shit man
The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew
Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do

Get more burnt than a candle
Too hot to hold, too much to handle
In the black C-low, he know if she look
She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no more

I'm the truth like air, got the proof and stay fly
In the safest shit you could never buy
Know why 'cause I write the songs that the whole world sing
I don't know bout y'all but every night I swing

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double are flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

Y'all shit ain't for real till y'all ship a mil'
And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill
Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin'
Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction

Went from wholesome to jigga, you owed some
Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey
Platinum, spend your whole life in the day
What's down is a bet, roll the dice

Yeah, yeah, so let's play
So what, you went gold and Rock a Roley with the ice bezel
It's gonna take a lot more to see my level
Where I'm at, your check, you better double that

And personally your raps is where the trouble at
I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain
In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game
Gleaming, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain
Even me and Jay-z got it locked, crazy

In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin' four lanes
With the top down screamin' out
Money ain't a thang

Bubble hard in the double r flashin' the rings
With the window cracked, holler back
Money ain't a thang

Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam clean
And to hell with the price
'Cause the money ain't a thang

Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang
When you hit the bricks, new whips
Money ain't a thang

Y'all wanna floss wit us
'Cause all across the ball we burn it up
Drop a little paper, baby toss it up
Slackin' on your pimpin', turn it up
See the money ain't a thang

So, so def, roc-a-fella, collabo'
You know, all we do is rock, rock on
Rock, rock on, rock, rock on

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Shake It Baby - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: Shake It Baby
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J. Johnson, Dawn Taylor, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yellow canary, tennis bracelet necklace, kno' I'm sayin'
Three quarter black mink, shades, canaries in both ears
Kno' I'm sayin' black phantom, triple black, with the oak wood
Gucci shoes, that's how I play

Hold up, I don't gamble, I don't play no craps
I was taught early on, don't jeapordize the stacks
Before I open my mouth, I get all the facts
I could never fall off, it's too many hot tracks
I'm affiliated with too many hot cats
To end up, crawlin' out of a hole in Iraq
Try to topple my regime
You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy children, queens is in the buildin'
That blank look on your grill'll get filled in
Slow down baby, you actin' like a clown homes
You get your fronts remodeled like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin' through your sheetrock
It means you're od'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud as a peacock
Bars is hot, beats is pumpin' like a box

Shake it baby shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me
C'mon
Shake it, baby, shake it
Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock
C'mon
Shake it, baby, shake it
Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball
C'mon
Shake it, baby, shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money, baby

They pay me so much it's hard for them to swallow
When you got 'em by the balls, their hearts and minds follow
Pay yourself first, that's one of my main mottos
Picture Bill Gates on the block dodgin' hollows
I can't see it player that's beneath my vision
I'm beyond focused, every decision is made with precision
It seems like greed's the world religion
But L want cake, save the crumbs for the pigeons
Black man, get the flies outcha eyes
You can't cause where you born but you affect where you die
Until that day, health and welfare, cheers
And after my wake, the hood'll talk, man listen here
He kept a mink and canaries in his ears
Like the enterprise rollin' over stars for years
Spit bars for years, kept hot cars for years
The dice was loaded but he beat the odds for years, uh huh

Shake it baby shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me
C'mon
Shake it, baby shake it
Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock
C'mon
Shake it baby shake it
Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball
C'mon
Shake it, baby, shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money baby

To be or not to be the man, that's the question
Got a vision in my mind, I can see that I'm destined
To lean up in the backseat, givin' directions
Sweep the block clean as November elections
On the blackberry readin' cash flow quadrant
Brim to the side, my gorillas is bonded
CLS vision, four hummers behind it
You forgot I'm from queens, you can get reminded
I'm a man's man, when you chumps gon' learn?
If you play with fire you get poured in a urn
You must have been puffin' on blunts of sherm
All my albums is platinum, it's been confirmed
I'm more than a symbol of sex, I get respect
For livin' in the hills but still keepin' it mad real
Stay on course, the boss crush obstacles
You burnin me, two words im-possible

Shake it, baby, shake it
If you a real O.G. put your hands in the air with me
C'mon
Shake it, baby, shake it
Young ladies in the spot, if you came up in the place to rock
C'mon
Shake it, baby, shake it
Divided we fall, stay together and forever we ball
C'mon
Shake it, baby, shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money, baby

Like I said
Shake it, baby, shake it
Yellow canary tennis on the neck
Three quarter black mink
Shake it, baby, shake it
Gucci hat to the side, shades
Gucci shoes, baggy jeans
Shake it, baby, shake it
Black phantom, oak wood
That's how I play
Yeah
Shake it, baby, shake it
You do it for the gangsters
I do it for the ladies, but it's all money, baby

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Money In The Bank - Lyrics - Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live - Lil Scrappy

Title: Money In The Bank
Album: Bred 2 Die Born 2 Live
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Isaac Lee Iii Hayes, Darryl R Richardson Ii

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Lyric:
Okay-kay-kay
G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME, money in the bank, G-Unit

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I'ma get that, dough and f*** with dem, h***
Young ladies that know me know Scrappy's a pro
Fill up at the, bar go get a massage
Find me a couple, we can make it a menage

You be tryin' hard but n**** don't start
You be doin' s*** is gon' get you to the morgue
I go get that paper a mega f*****' watch
I be pullin' out knots that can buy me a yacht

Hold on, baby, please go get on yo' knees
If you don't do it for me, then do it for the cheese
I got extra w***, money long like sleeves
If a n**** try to creep, I got extra heat

Got a bank account with a large amount
If a n**** wanna talk, n**** we can let it bounce
Take it outside, n**** f*** fallin' back
Killers run up in the club ballin' with a bigger stack

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shawty but it's still mine

My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars

Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these h*** love me
Club goin' crazy, we throwin' out stacks
G-Unit South, yeah, tell the DJ bring it back

See I'm A-Town stompin' in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin' Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah, it's cool I'll be back
'Cause I got

Money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

50 got me, Lil Jon got me
I got a big-*** squad, how you gon' stop me?
Y'all n***** watch me rise to the top
My s*** gon' sell, yo' s*** gon' flop

Lil Jon got me, 50 got me
I got a big-*** family, how you gon' stop me?
Y'all n*****, watch me rise to the top
My s*** gon' sell, yo' s*** gon' flop

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?
I got money in the bank, yeah
Shawty what you drank?

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She Works Hard For The Money - Lyrics - The Journey: The Very Best Of Donna Summer - Donna Summer

Title: She Works Hard For The Money
Album: The Journey: The Very Best Of Donna Summer
Artist: Donna Summer
Composer(s): Michael Omartian, Donna Summer

Lyric:
She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

Onetta there in the corner stand
And she wonders where she is
And it's strange to her
Some people seem to have everything

Nine a.m. on the hour hand
And she's waiting for the bell
And she's looking real pretty
Just wait for her clientele

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

Twenty-eight years have come and gone
And she's seen a lot of tears
Of the ones who come in
They really seem to need her there

It's a sacrifice working day to day
For little money, just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
Just to hear them say that they care

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

Already knows
She's seen her bad times
Already knows
These are the good times

Never sell out
She never will
Not for a dollar bill
She works hard

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

Hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right, alright

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works so hard for the money
So you better treat her right, alright

She works hard for the money
So hard for it, honey
She works hard for the money
So you better treat her right

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4 Tha Scrilla - Lyrics - Celly Cel

Title: 4 Tha Scrilla
Artist: Celly Cel
Composer(s): Brandt Jones, Marceles Mccarver, Earl Thomas Stevens, Sean Thompson

Lyric:
A slave to the hood without no money in my pants
Rollin' with some heat to make a mothafucka dance
Had a chance to bail, had my hustle, but I blew that
I walked up in the gun store and ran out with a new gat
A double 4, out on my million dollar mission
To eleven fishin', kissin' on my chrome, with scrilla in my vision
Can't move without the metal wanna hustle
So I figure I go out there when they posted up and bust a nigga

But I'll go another way, hopefully payday
But if I slip, dislocated my hip
And say what I gotta say boy that's my new get-back
All kinds of things of that flava, the racketeering counterfeiter, nigga
Or half of whatever, long as the weather's clever
My fella might become a snitch for the vice
Ain't no killing, that's what hell told me
10 mil-a, then nigga break for the scrilla

Drunk niggas with the gauges loaded
55 kicks in them ages ho
But I don't want to beef 'cuz the game be fucked
Strip a mothafucka for his cars and money
Tag up a 600 SEL
A three-way split, me, 40 and Cel
About my mail, I was bound to have it
See you fuckin' with a mothafuckin' savage

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

Landlord, landlord, where you at?
I'm hiding in the bushes with a baseball bat
I need that sack that you made today
Or watch me turn into Willie Maze
On a mission for meal, and you know for sure, we gon' get it
It's the first bitch, give me your check so I can flip it
And when I do, she ain't gon' see a penny of the shit
Crime has a risk, but I'm in it for the scrilla

Gotta finalize your cash and make it greener
Electronic scale, triple beamer
Just as snaky as I wanna be, triflin' dude
Fuck goin' by the book and stickin' to them rules
Ten is the limit on the card I'm holdin'
Shitty bank Visa, but the card is stolen
Retail price just paid me half
But you gotta come right with the cash

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

I done took a few heads for the scrilla B
I hope it don't come back and haunt me
Got funked with like 7 different crews
'Cuz I done jacked, kidnapped, and did dirt to them fools
Watchin' my back, lookin' over my shoulder blades
Hella sick 'cuz I heard them niggas got granades
I'm from the base, so regardless of what I'm caught up in the tangle
Can't get up outta Dodge with this federal beeper on my ankle

Mothafuckas don't ride there no more
Get snatched up in 9-6, 5 point 0
Took to the hills, and get stable man
While a nigga ridin' off in a 'Stang
Man, I need some ends but to get the ends, I gotta sin
[Incomprehensible]let me page a nigga, lie about what others spend
Bring me a pound, I got it sold on this side of town
You got that any way I pay, fool, that's how it's goin' down

Bring in his zippers and I'mma bring the body ripper
The big dipper with a extra 30 round clipper
He brought it back, weighed out to the fullest
Little did he know, I had his name engraved on my bullet
Dumpin' like a full-serve nigga pumpin' gas
Had that heat for his ass, took his Yak and all his cash
I made a thriller, money hungry blood spiller
Straight killa, I did it for the scrilla

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
See I'm nothin' but a killa doin' dirt for the scrilla

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The Cause - Lyrics - Inspectah Deck

Title: The Cause
Artist: Inspectah Deck
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong, P Charles, Jason Hunter

Lyric:
Yo, when we do this, yeah, we do it for real
We do it for the love, we do it for the money
For the cash, for the women, the birds
We do it for the foundation, for the people
No matter how we do it, we do it for the cause
Yeah, yo

What you in for? What you live for?
What you die for? I hope it's for the cause
What you work for? What you stand for?
What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause

Inspectah rhyme Beretta nine in ya sector
Wet the scenery with extreme measures
Supreme lecture, bless the heads, you dare enter
The 9th Chamber, dance with the mind bender
Surrender your thrown, there's no room for pretenders
Bystander pollyin' worldwide with nine members

Distributin', my verbal sharp shootin'
While I execute the deadliest moves with fine tunin'
Duel of the Iron Mic bound to spark fusion
Movin' at the speed of light, nice at what I'm doin'

Drop it in ya brain like spice, without the five mics
Heads roll off hilltops when I strike
Sniper aim, stick you up for your price of fame
Like the flame, watch you get hot inside the game
Recognize my name, I.N.S., your highness

I rep for live sets, place ya bets, make ya threats
There's no cure, even the experts are stunned
My work is done as soon as I've just begun

What you in for? What you live for?
What you die for? I hope it's for the cause
What you work for? What you stand for?
What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause

Strictly, Streetlife, I never play a fan of the fame
Just build on my name and master the slang
I'm hittin' harder than a lot of artists in the game
I'm lyrically inclined, rockin' just the same

Than any MC who ship platinum or gold
And only recoup to pay back what you sold
Over budget your video, got pimped like a hoe
My niggas move slo-mo like robotic clones

I'd rather be alive and paid, than dead broke
My life is like a thin line, on a tight rope
A fiend with no dope, wrong way to provoke
The man behind the scope, tucked, ready to smoke

From the same place you from, different hood, the same slum
Mother's third seed, father's first son
Bastard child runnin' wild, livin' foul
Ran into some juvenile niggas in design
P.L.O. Style, sign my name on the line
Your beef is mine, dangerous minds combine, we all carry nines

What you in for? What you live for?
What you die for? I hope it's for the cause
What you work for? What you stand for?
What you strive for? I hope it's for the cause

Hitman like Thomas Hurns, bustin' while the weed burns
Shorty, sixteen yearns for my crew to take turns
I'm a loose cannon, medically examined
Found deadly as a plague, soon to spread like famine

Splurgin', livin' out the dirty version
Throwin' rocks at the ghetto birds circlin' in the urban
Workin' overtime, you notice the shine
Niggas scope mine, models won't work Capone nine

We travel in pairs, you got the front, I watch the rear
Got money on my mind this year, by all means
Put an end to your cold stairs, crush your small dreams
What you hear is the truth, fuck, what you used to
I provide you with street music you can ride to

Push through, sound blastin' through the sun roof
Street surfer, lurkin', thirsty for the loot
I'm in it to fuck fans and rock mic stands
I work for cash and fans and die for the Clan

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Foe Tha Love Of $ - Lyrics - Creepin On Ah Come Up - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Foe Tha Love Of $
Album: Creepin On Ah Come Up
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Antoine Carraby, Charles Scruggs, Yomo Craig Smith, Flesh-N-Bone Mark Eric Green, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane, Eric Wright

Lyric:
Foe tha love of $
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man
It's still the same, now

Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk
And fall in the nighttime
Gotta get mine, ain't takin' no shorts or no losses

Hop on the phone, callin' my nigga, Sin, at home
Polishin' the MAC-1O chrome
Gotta lick, we can hit, so bring your shit
'Cause once again, it's on to the dome with a fifth of
(Burb)
My wig to the curb, so we swerve

And rolled out to pick up the triple-six thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house
Smoke jump outta me bong, so high, now comin'
To slay with four grenades and a gauge

I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, Wish spotted the place
And quickly rolled up, bulldozed through the livin' room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up

Buck, buck and a kabloom, me blew
All them bodies all over the room, them doomed
And gotta move fast, why? The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat, 'cause
Flesh be lovin' this money, this money

I'm givin' up love to the hustlas, all them St.Clair thugstas
Makin' that money, stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep

Stay on the grind, get mine, stayin' down for my crime
And I hit up the nine nine, givin' up that 1lello
Makin' me sale, twenties, nickels and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up

That two-eleven, gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, I'm trailin', feelin' one-eight-seven
That's how it is and I gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission, to check a mill and still be real

Thuggin' on the glock-glock, creepin' on a come up
Won't sleep 'til I'm done up, gotta blaze me blunt up
Hunt up another plot and scheme, gotta make some green
'Cause soldiers nut up, what up?

Gotta get that business on
Even though the buddah run me
Stun me, feelin' lovely but I'm just in it for the
Foe tha love of $

Foe tha love of $
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man
It's still the same, now

Standin' on the corner, straight slangin' rocks
Aw, shit, here comes the muthafuckin' cops
So I dash, I duck and I hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me

Now my fat sack of rocks, hell, yeah, I stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, I had to pause and yeah
It's still muthafuck 'em, now my game is tight
Tight as fuck is my game

Eazy-muthafuckin'-E or Eric Wright it's all the same
Now, niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip
I gotta have it, bitch
For the love of this shit, muthafucka

Gotta make that money, man
That money, man
It's still the same, now

When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways
Down for my crime everytime, follow me down the nine nine
And you will find all of me kind
Check out the Ripsta, now, drop down

Run 'em up outta me hood, rip's straight
When I'm makin' me grip with a me click
Rollin' with Ruthless, the thug I be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em and pump blood

Got nothin' to lose, bitch, ya better respect Rip
Or ya best just check this slug, it's goin' down
Steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money, man

It's still the same, steady runnin' thangs wild
And follow me now, while I take ya up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub, you're done, for the bud, I run
For the love of my money

Nigga down for my thang off in this thug game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off
On the mission to back in the days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs

And wanted to get paid, runnin' to my side,
Lil' nigga, Ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give up the cash, oh, that was your ass
'Cause me and my nigga was hungry

And, bitch, if you're stallin', you might just catch one
To the temple and um, Bone raw doggin'
So nigga just make this shit simple and run
To catch one nigga, me fill 'em with bullets

And dump 'em in rivers, remember, me killa, now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
'Cause bitch, you were slippin', I'll cut ya, then rip ya
Then buck ya down, steady robbin' and stealin', makin' a killin'

Nigga drugdealin', needin' a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin'
Off in the cut, where you find a nigga thuggin'

Off in braids and skullies and when I stick ya
And lick ya, remember
I get 'em up foe tha love of $
Foe tha love of $

Yeah, Bone in the muthafuckin' house
For the nine-quats, nigga, yeah, rollin'
With Ruthless Records in this bitch
My niggas, Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, Wish Bone
And Flesh-n-Bone and I'm that nigga, Krayzie Bone
In the muthafuckin' house

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Money, Power, Respect - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Money, Power, Respect
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): David Styles, Jason T Phillips, Deric Micheal Angelettie, Sean Combs, Sean D Jacobs, Earl Simmons, James Herb Smith, Ronald Anthony Lawrence, Kimberly Jones

Lyric:
See I believe in money, power, and respect
First You get the money
Then you get the muthafuckin, power
After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Ayo my whole clique bout it, 'bout it
We take yours while you pout about it
Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it
You could see me on optimum TV

Go in your bathroom turn the light out, scream
Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3
Sheek ain't your usual friend
About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end

I'm done wit' ice and charms
I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone
Pull up wit' class on the don'
Once I meet em' I greet 'em

Kiss his feet for freedom
Tell 'em thank you lord
'Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored
Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek

So I can make this album
And get back the cats that's weak
Two thirty, six two
Me bust for you that's like a cat vs a pitbull

Gun, know clip full, keep hunger
And plan for the future, 'cuz you figure
You gon' be older
Way longer than you gon' be younger

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
It's the key to life

Only time could tell how the clock ticks
I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage
Two personalities check the posture
Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils

You think of death but the life seem scary
I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary
I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'
Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds

Twenty five thousand a piece
Fuck streets
Tryin' to own the island
Forget about wilin'

Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'
If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'
Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English
Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' 'em rich
Come back, private jet live on set
If you could shit gold like you split the decks

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Yo nutin' but the hotness
Whenever we drop this
Monotonous for y'all to keep hatin'
'Cuz y'all never gon' stop us
I keep my rocks spotless, and my hoes topless
Take time try to figure out who da Lox is

Fear no one
Kick rhymes like Shoguns
You scared to blow one
Get robbed wit' your own gun

If I don't respect you I'm ah check you
And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you
Right before I wet' chu
I sneeze on tracks an' bless you

I'm special
And if you like workin' out
then I'm gon' stretch you
Husslin' is dead but we still get red

Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread
And y'all said my monies spent
But it's in the Bent
So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent

For my story, self-explanatory
that I'm the hottest thing on the street
An' yall ain't got nutin' for me

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

Arf, arf
This is a beat that I can freak to
just drop the reals
Plus a nigga wit' the ill
Y'all niggas know my skills

Ass from the grills get em' up
split em' up, wet em' up
And watch em' come get em' up
Set em' up

When you do dirt, you get dirt
Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt
Step back like I did worse
This ain't no fucking game

You think I'm playin', till you layin'
To where? The junkyard decayin'
Mom's at home prayin'
That chu comin' home

But chu not, 'cuz you sittin' up in the trunk startin to rot
And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby
It's goin' down baby
Git the full pound baby

And let off up in a nigga
especially if he think he bigga'
than my muthafuckin' trigga'
Did I? Can I get my? Is it gone?
DMX represent for one time, it's on

It's the key to life
Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Help you sleep at night
You'll see the light
It's the key to life

Money, power, and respect
Whatchu' need in life
Money, power, and respect
When you eatin' right

Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect
Money, power, and respect

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