money, 'bout our money Some money mo' money, dummy I got the love for money I gotta have it, the lust for living lavish Gotta get that green paper stacking (Love for money
Intro: [Nas] & (Timbaland) (What?) ever been in love? (c'mon) Yeah... are you ready? (uhh) for somethin real? (Say what?) 'cause it can't be fake This
attitude ain't natural Leave that drama On that there door Because I'm really not into that there for Watch her take off her bra Closing like a stall Smiling for
they all been waitin? for, playboy We here now We?re in the house now, for sure [Chorus] [Jagged Edge] Girl, I?d trade it all, money, cars and everything
others that have I still got love for the av., Come through to give ya niggas girls baby mothers my math I speak on others behalf, only hate makin money
, P.Diddy ::talking over jagged edge:: (yeah whoa) This the moment they all been waiting for playboy (ok) we here now we in the house now for sure
Dallas with luggage fly straight to the money And you don't understand my slang my colloquial's lovely So they quote me and love me like I'm a poet or
you bubble gum bitches is good for dha chewin 32 flavas and niggas you doin get rich die tryin dats all im persuin stackin dhis bread im down for tha doin gettin dhis money
copy From a Jalopy to a Jag No more doing bad Who go carry all the money I can't fit in my pants We eat offer 130 hard hits Got a 30 yard 6 For you dirty
night So prepare, for permanent sleep in you life I'm still a Christian on a mission, but my vision ain't clear Looking for peace, but all I see is drama
I use to be a Y.G., but I'm a rider now O.G. credentials and in like one of my rhymes, watch me spit that lead I murder for money half right now, the
hard, so i thank god for my ... Chorus Verse 3 Even though i got love for all my family members only my two favorite girls show me love from december
the drama, swear to God I be feeling like busting heads, and relocate to the Bahamas But I don't wanna be a runaway, I love my block But I can't seem
me Fuck all of y'all man, it go down S.U.C. for life, R.I.P. Robert Davis A.k.a Dj Screw this for you my nigga Yeah this for you [Z-Ro] Everybody know
But back in 1995 I would of been all in your chest With a pistol grip punk giving up for you gone die tonight Since I'm going through the bitch that more for
passion for music loving how it go I use to, talk about poverty, talk about crooked cops Talk about grown men raping children it ain't gone ever stop I'm a spokesman for
bitch and bust freely I'ma take another ass for it, to get a million I be going against the grain slow living or living fast for it Therefor I'ma mash for
