Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1 for the Money, artist - Nipsey Hussle. Album song The Leaks, Vol 1., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.08.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: All Money In No Money Out
Song language: English
1 for the Money |
Look I’m a stay fresh |
Y’all stay bummy, |
Y’all can chase pussy, |
I’m a chase money |
You only live once and niggas die young, |
You live by the bullet you’re gonna die by the gun, |
I’m coming off Slauson where niggas hate your guts, |
And… be riding high, niggas wanna set you up, |
They probably jealous of it never get enough, |
They say money ain’t the root of all evil, nigga say whaaat? |
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see, |
I’ve been on the grind since the age of fourteen, |
Started with a quota, bought my first buck |
Bought my first gun, said fuck it then I bust |
It ain’t the ones I fucked off it’s the ones I fucked with, |
Ain’t the ones I trap trade, it’s the ones I trusted, |
Jealousy and envy see it all around me, |
Looking for nip hussle on the block is where they found me, |
I’m like ooooh, get ready, |
I got my mind on a whole 'nother setting, |
When they see me they say Nip where ya heading, |
And I be like on my way to the cheddar |
Look look look, |
Slauson boy swag, |
Check out my demeanor, |
Gold cuban links, bullet proof beemers, |
Duffle bag money I ain’t never had a visa, |
And if sports was hip hop I be balling all season, |
Cops can’t stop us, |
Rolex watches, homes foreclose when the popo’s caught us, |
County jail state pen time is nothing, |
Bounce back and now I’m about to take raps top honors, |
Cause, |
I’m on the block with these rocks, |
Posted loked, lowkey so Johnny think I’m smoking, |
Focused on nothing more than getting to my quota, |
Hoping the block well before they start patrolling, |
I’m knowing, they watching us binoculars is scoping, |
Bumping up the smokers trying ask me where I sold it, |
My mind state money over everything underneath the sun, and death out the |
barrel of my gun, go bang, |
Don’t ask me why I gang bang, |
It’s easy, believe me, the coppers they need me, |
I pay they salary, they know my calories with weight, |
Too heavy to stop, I’m chopping down ounces, halfs, |
Sevens, boulders, dimes, nicks, watever, |
I’m going forever I’m never gon stop it, |
So don’t holla at me unless money is the topic. |