For Money

I need money (money), mo money.

Mo money, (ching ching), money, nuthing move but the money.

Money, money, look nothing move but the money.

Money, money, that's all I want, that's all I want.

I want it look.

You found me where the papers at, where the capers at

I don't ask for a motherfucking thing, I take the scratch

Look I, franchise wearing, a franchise wrist

I'm franchise look, I need a franchise chick

She ain't gotta be tight, she ain't gotta be that rich

She just like I tell the other bitches that my nigga's the shit

Black on black, step out the house

with a suit and a tie soon to die, black on black

Scratch a mack, scratch a jack, matter fact nigga I always stay strapped

It's the game plan, I gotta win, I can't afford to lose

I can't be dressin in them kinda blues can't afford to wear tight shoes

You know me, the nigga with the six four frame

With a six four cock back and hit your brain

You know the CEO nigga, ya'll done seen before nigga

See me get dope and don't tell a popo nigga

I don't give a fuck, I hate ya'll type

Yeah I might know ya but we ain't nothing alike

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Now nothing move but the money, that's all I want

Nothing move but the money nigga, that's all I want

Nothing move but the money, that's all I want

I'm on top cause I do what ya'll niggas don't, look

Catch me playing ball with Shaq, and points from real how to act

I did a shootin' range, shoot the mack, when I bust for me to shoot back

See I'm nigga put the game that's why I'm on top

I can sit eight seasons cold even when it's hot

Come on drop the top for my Impala and shit

Nigga I'm out to get paper spit some dollars and shit

See how many ya'll niggas could follow this shit

I got an attitude fuck the whole world, I gotta get rich

Ahh, and cap niggas screaming shit, niggas gleaming the wrist

You seen the six, seen his wrist, nigga you seen his chick

This shit that ya'll spittin', it's meaningless

Everything ya'll claim you did, I done it

And if I got, man fuck ya'll nigga, I'm a flaunt it

And if I don't got it I motherfucking want it

Bitch I sold keys, I smoke weed at PE I got blunted

Fuck the hatin', I pull off that paper shit

Gotta love me or either motherfucking hate me bitch

Gotta hate my flow, nigga hate that I got dough

And if I spend it all bitch I can make some more

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Keep it hot, I keep it locked, guns I keep it cocked

Runnin' on the shop like I runnin' on the block

Keep one up in the top, like one up in the drop

Spit till I spit, can't spit no more it don't stop

Like I live fast, I'm addicted to cash

Ain't a thief but sometimes I just forget to ask

I like say what the fuck I feel, nigga do what I want

If you don't like it, fuck, fine, nigga we can take it to the trunk

And I get the spittin' in your brand new six

Spittin' if you even with your motherfucking chick

Spittin' if you with you motherfucking click

But fuck it I'm just spittin, I'm just spittin the spit

Fuck it thick, yeah nigga what

Fuck that, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I told yall

I don't like to windows shop to see how high it is

Walk by and see how fly it is

I'm a ghetto superstar like Pras and shit

I got my idles so fuck it, I buy that shit

You only live once so like I floss my shit

Give to the poor, a nigga like floss on a wrist

Yeah I got a few dollars but I don't even spend it no more

I'm trying to save up, for what, so I can buy the ghetto

I'm out to get money nigga

Mo money, money, mo money, nothing move but the motherfucking money

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Gotta get yall money nigga.

Nothin move but the money.

Everything else is irrelivant.

Nigga yall gotta be willing to get what yall want nigga.

By any means.

No Limit nigga.

9-8, 9-9, 2 G nigga, whatever.

I'm out to get mine.

Oughta get yours.

Silkk The Shocker live in this motherfucker.

I'm out.