Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For The Love of $, artist - Chris Travis. Date of issue: 09.08.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
For The Love of $ |
| Grab the Glock 9 soon as a nigga hit the dope |
| Call up my nigga ask him «Do we still got that dope?» |
| He said «Damn right», I said «I'm gone be there in four» |
| Don’t forget the OE and bring all the freaky hoes |
| Sipping on that motherfucking drank, while I’m smoking dank |
| Motherfuck, what a hater thank, bitch I need that bank |
| 'Cause a nigga gotta survive out here in these hard times |
| Crackers cross the fucking line and some of you, niggas |
| Fuck that, I need that motherfucking cash, I’m on my own |
| Bitch and I ain’t tryna dump no fucking trash |
| Niggas talk shit, then we put 'em on they fucking ass |
| Nigga stop your bitching and get, to the fucking cash |
| Niggas wanna rob 'till they get shot, and that’s sad |
| But, ain’t no heart for a nigga tryna take my cash |
| Let off the clip, merk a nigga then a nigga ran |
| Seen the police, jumping out the motherfucking van |
| Hopped in the whip, with my fucking gun still in my hand |
| Now I’m paranoid 'cause a nigga just killed a man |
| All for that love of the green cash, and, that bands |
| But a nigga gotta get it, something they don’t understand |
| Damn |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Got away with this shit 'cause a nigga too smooth |
| But I thought I did 'till a nigga seen the damn news |
| But I can’t, turn myself in, or I’m a damn fool |
| Smoking on this reefer ion know, what the fuck to do |
| Call my bitch up and said «Let me come, chill wit' you» |
| She said «Ok, just bring a couple rubbers boo» |
| But a nigga hot, and I know the feds watching too |
| Gotta hide my face, from them damn undercovers fool |
| But I’m like fuck it 'cause you know a nigga tryna bone |
| Made it in time before the fuckboys tap my phone |
| Knocked on the door, 'cause she didn’t answer the fucking phone |
| Went to the side and seen, that the bitch was gone |
| Still got my cash, when I headed back, to the front |
| Then I see these crackers with they hand on their fucking gun |
| Now I can’t do shit a nigga can’t, fucking run |
| Told me to get up on the ground, then they took my funds |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it |
| For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it |
| For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it |
| For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it |
| For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it |
| For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it |
| For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it |
| For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |
| Pop pop pop when you’re fucking with my money |