Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song For the money, artist - Young Jeezy. Date of issue: 19.11.2011
Song language: English
For the money |
| Fuck these haters, I’d kill ‘em all if I could |
| Ain’t scared of none of y’all, so you know my aim good |
| Blowin bin Ladie in my Porsche 911 |
| Just left Ground Zero, on my way to kush heaven |
| Can’t slow down, too much evil in my rear view |
| Sometimes you wanna scream to God, but he can’t hear you |
| And even if you did, this’ll probably be his answer |
| Fuck you ‘plainin' 'bout? |
| It ain’t like you got cancer |
| Do it for my niggas on the block that got it worse |
| First the love, then the hate, that just a trap nigga’s curse |
| I betcha feel like the whole world hatin' on you |
| But what’s the holdup? |
| The whole world waitin' on you |
| (The fame…) |
| I wake up and feel empty |
| Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it’s empty |
| I’m already standin' on the edge, so don’t tempt me |
| Fake motherfuckers envy |
| (The fame…) |
| I wake up and feel empty |
| Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it’s empty |
| I’m already standin' on the edge, so don’t tempt me |
| Fake motherfuckers envy |
| You mean to tell me from runnin' my big mouth |
| That I could chill here in this big penthouse |
| All elevator’d up, black hardwood floors |
| Just to sit around and feel like it ain’t yours |
| Your conscience gotcha feelin' like you done somethin' wrong |
| But the flatscreen say motherfucker, we on |
| Pardon me, nigga, do you see this view? |
| See Ruth’s Chris from here, what the fuck’s wrong wit' you |
| Lookin' at my Rollie, yeah, it’s almost seven |
| Bill Gates state of mind wit' a automatic weapon |
| You might ‘member from puttin' on for the city |
| Or back when it was on two, goin' for the fitty |
| Opened up a few squares, opened up a few tours |
| Just to show niggas keys open up doors |
| «Oh, we don’t fuck wit' Young no mo'» Why not? |
| The only thing I can figure, 'cause he on top |
| (The fame…) |
| I wake up and feel empty |
| Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it’s empty |
| I’m already standin' on the edge, so don’t tempt me |
| Fake motherfuckers envy |
| (The fame…) |
| I wake up and feel empty |
| Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it’s empty |
| I’m already standin' on the edge, so don’t tempt me |
| Fake motherfuckers tempt me |
| (The fame…) |
| What up, world? |
| (Did you miss me?) |
| Long time, huh? |
| (Stop that) |
| Hey, look |
| Lately, I been off and out of sight, seldom out of mind |
| Ay, getcha business' right, and stay the hell up out of mine |
| I’m out my mind, tryin' to fix it ‘fore I’m out of time |
| Don’t worry 'bout me, God got me, bruh, I’m doin' fine |
| Another year in prison, promise this is it for me |
| Tryna make it through the storm, should be makin' history |
| No feelin' sorry for me, keep ya pity and ya sympathy |
| Good or bad, take it like a man, whatever meant for me |
| How I did it make ‘em hate my spirit, they wish they could kill it |
| And they’ll take it however they can get it |
| Wanna see me fulla misery, walkin' wit' my head down |
| «Let's decapitate him, then we’ll see if he can wear his crown!» |
| (The fame…) |
| I wake up and feel empty |
| Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it’s empty |
| I’m already standin' on the edge, so don’t tempt me |
| Fake motherfuckers envy |
| (The fame…) |
| I wake up and feel empty |
| Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it’s empty |
| I’m already standin' on the edge, so don’t tempt me |
| Fake motherfuckers envy |
| (The fame…) |
| I wake up and feel empty |
| Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it’s empty |
| I’m already standin' on the edge, so don’t tempt me |
| Fake motherfuckers envy |
| (The fame…) I wake up and feel empty |
| Shit make you wanna squeeze your Glock 'til it’s empty |
| I’m already standin' on the edge, so don’t tempt me |
| Fake motherfuckers envy |
| (The fame…) |