Foe the love of money Gotta make that money man It's still the same now Gotta make that money man It's still the same now Gotta make that money man It's still the same now Gotta make that money man It's still the same now Gotta get on the grind Pop in the clip of my nine And b**ch if you slip You hit the chalk and fall in the night time Gotta get mine Ain't taking no shorts or no losses Hop on the phone Callin' my ni**a sin at home Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome Gotta a lick so bring yo sh*t 'Cause once again it's on To the dome with a fifth of burb We wig to the curb so we swerve And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse 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 living room Hopped out of the car and started to blow up Buck Buck and a kaboom 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 ni**a don't think it's funny I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quat 'Cause flesh be lovin' this money I'm given you love to the hustlers 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 mine crime and I hit up the nine-nine Givin' up that llelo makin' me sale twenties nickles 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 Feeling 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 creeping on a come up Won't sleep till 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 Buddha run me stun me Feelin' lovely but I'm just in it for he love of the money Gotta make that money man It's still the same now Gotta make that money man It's still the same now Gotta make that money man For the love for this Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks Aw ahit Here comes the muthaf**kin' cops So I dash I ducks and I hides behind a tree Makin' sure the motherf**kers 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 muthaf**k 'em Now my game is tight tight as f**k is my game Easy motherf**king E or Eric Wright it's all the same Now niggas might trip on how I stacks my grip I gotta have it b**ch For the love of this sh*t MOTHERF**KER 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 makin' me grip with me click Rollin' with Ruthless the thug I be Me put 'em in mud buck 'em and pump blood Got nothing to lose b**ch You better respect rip or you best 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' thing wild and follow me now While I take you 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 Ni**a down for my thug off in this 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 little' ni**a Ripsta both on the mission for money You give you the cash oh that was your a** 'Cause me and me ni**a was Hungary And b**ch if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple And um Bone raw doggin' so ni**a just make the sh*t simple and run To catch one ni**a me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers Remember me killer now Foe Tha Love of $ (For the Love of Money) (From "True Crime: Streets of La") - Original Cartel 404

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