Foe the love of money

Gotta make that money man

It’s still the same now

Gotta get on the grind

Pop in the clip of my nine

And **** 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 fine upstanding member of society sin at home

Polishin’ that MAC-10 chrome

Gotta a lick so bring yo ****

‘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?

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Snatch up me yummy

So fine upstanding member of society don’t think it’s funny

I’m comin’ up quick in the nine-quat

‘cause flesh be lovin’ this money