Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For the Money, artist - RaraDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Song language: English
For the Money |
| Chasin' the money like it got legs |
| I’m tryna camouflage from the feds |
| I need a big booty and some bread |
| I need some scrambled eggs and some head |
| Smokin' a cigarette inside the foreign |
| Goin' on police chases when it’s borin' |
| Ghetto bitches see a niggas and go in |
| Fuck with my pimp and she know that I’m on |
| Goin' on, yeah, your hoe whorin' |
| Should be long gone, get you gone |
| In the all chrome, my new whip |
| Goin' real fast, gettin' slow dome |
| For a long time been I been well-known |
| Pull a bad broad like pheromone |
| I gotta thank God for this taramone |
| 'Cause I been tryna rob for a Herringbone |
| I’m on Melrose |
| Got the fetty for it, know I’m ready for it |
| Ridin' drop top, bitch, I’m headed for it |
| Couch steady for it |
| I’ma shake this, I look great, bitch |
| Clean your plate, bitch, fix your face, bitch |
| Call your girl up, fuck her world up |
| Baby girl up, things they tell us |
| Sheets they sellin', I’ma sell her |
| My mama need me and I won’t fail her |
| When she need somethin', what you think I’m gon' tell her |
| Even the mid-strap and my Kevlar |
| Know we just set raw, we don’t steal cars |
| We don’t take shit, we go ape shit |
| Get you crossed out like my shoe laces |
| Nigga, learned the basics 'fore you try to step up |
| I’ll die before I let you disrespect her, yessir |
| Quarter mill in the Tesla, gas her up |
| Had a whip should out of pressure, yessir |
| The chopper come with me wherever I go |
| And I pop big shit, hand on the Bible |
| Hand on rifle, make me pipe up |
| You new niggas ain’t shit like us |
| Ain’t that none of the shit you write up |
| They ought to disqualify your cypher |
| My best friends are real deal lifers |
| Who ran these streets and earned these stripes, bruh |
| I earned my right to kick this shit, man |
| Man, I done dodged these bullets and did this shit |
| I been in and out of prison since 'bout 15 |
| Ain’t nothin' soft about this king |
| And ain’t nothin' weak about this clique |
| And we’ll see if you really about this shit |
| We spendin' old dope money with a brand new stick |
| Got the blueprint and the manuscript |
| The need to cross that line, the man you handle |
| Whatever you do, do not do that |
| Big ol' bag, big ol' ass, big ol' knot, big ol' rock, we on top |
| Diddy bop, can’t stop, won’t stop, serve the hood, move the block |
| Shake the cops, don’t panic, came to win, it’s not a trend, I’m all in |
| I replace the shit, Harlem Shake the shit |
| Put it back together, I remake this shit |
| We can make this shit, no more basic shit |
| Police hate this shit, start that racist shit |
| Come and case the bitch, come back, take some shit |
| Your little safe house is not that safe and shit |
| On that Hen', I don’t chase just face shit |
| Draw these guidelines and you just trace that shit |
| I got pull dog and I showcase the shit |
| Put my game down and she embrace that shit |
| You got me sadly mistaken, you got me fucked up |
| Wanna form a line waitin' for me to pick my tux up |
| With a new bow tie, I handle my business, fly off the handle, I |
| Been major ever since was independent |
| Nigga better recognize a prince decended |
| Nigga started in the trap and did transcend it |
| Again and again and again, I did it |
| Money, set, drugs, fam' first |
| Beamer, Benz, and Bentley, not a verb |
| Bitch, you wanna see me, bring your purse |
| Make it worth a mil and get to work |
| Hustle Gang with you, yes for sure |
| Pistol on you with you, yes for sure |
| Never been a sucker, that’s for sure |
| Die for what I rhyme for, for sure |
| Nigga, always got some shit to say about it |
| If I did get it, feel the way about it |
| What they ought to do, do a article |
| Wanna diss niggas in your interview |
| Goin' back and forth ain’t what I’m finna do |
| 'Cause my attitude is too cynical |
| Take your main bitch, hit her with full dick |
| Put her ass to sleep like Benadryl |
| Or a Lortab, wake her ass up |
| Hit her bathroom, take a whore bath |
| I’m not fazed 'bout what thots say |
| Don’t give no damn 'bout a whore wrath |
| If a porno or a pure dab |
| Been to your pad, where’s your cab? |
| I’m a revolutionary radical |
| Need pussy just to take me off the war path |
| I see sunny days in my forecast |
| Homie, you don’t pay, well it’s your ass |
| You be goin' home with a tore ass |
| With some bullet holes in your torso |
| Need a fork lift for my bankrolls |
| While I’m kickin' back and drinkin' Bordeaux |
| While a nigga kickin' in your door |
| Hold up, wait a minute, there’s more dough |
| Ric Flair, got it poppin' like Ric Flair |
| Rich boy, cold, bitch please |
| Bitch, sneeze, we’ll bless ya, we’re special |
| Yeah, extra, extra, read about it, bitch |
| You don’t like it, see about it, bitch |
| Forever I’ma be about it, bitch |
| Always hate on me about it, bitch |
| Tip found me, I was out here thuggin' |
| Nigga tried me, I be out here bustin' |
| 12 behind me, I’m out here flushin' |
| Got too many guns to be out here testin' |
| Aw man, I am such a player, tryna find another me is rare |
| Me and your bitch get your bitch here |
| Won’t be spared, don’t get scared |
| We don’t love her, we just kinda like her |
| Pass her to the homie, we recycle |
| I am somethin' like a young Michael, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson |
| Dope boy, GQ special, real nigga, bad bitch issue |
| Redbone, centrefold hoe, banks sellin' bricks and goin' gold |
| Ya know it |