For The Love Of $

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Chris Travis - Rap

For The Love Of $

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[Verse] Grab that Glock 9 soon as a nigga hit the dope Call up my nigga, ask him "Do we still got that dope?" He said "Damn right", I said "I'm gon' be there at four" Don't forget the OE, and bring all them freaky hoes Sippin' on that mothafuckin' drank, while I'm smokin' dank Mothafuck, what a hater thank, bitch, I need that bank 'Cause a nigga gotta survive out here in these hard times Crackers constantly fuckin' lyin' And some of you niggas buyin' it Fuck that, I need that mothafuckin' cash, I'm on my own Bitch, and I ain't tryna dump no fuckin' trash Niggas talk shit, then we put 'em on they fuckin' ass Niggas stop your bitchin' and get to the fuckin' cash And niggas wanna rob till they get shot, and that's sad But, ain't no heart for a nigga tryin' to take my cash Let off the clip, merk the nigga, then the nigga ran Seen the police, jumpin' out the mothafuckin' van Hopped in the whip, with my fuckin' gun still in my hand Now I'm paranoid, 'cause a nigga just killed the man All for that love of that green cash, in that vans But a nigga gotta get it, somethin' they don't understand Damn [Chorus] Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money [Verse 2] Got away with this shit, 'cause a nigga too smooth But I thought I did till a nigga seen the damn news But I can't turn myself in, or I'm a damn fool Smokin' on this reefer, I don't know what the fuck to do Call my bitch up, and said "Let me come chill with you" She said "Ok, just bring a couple rubbers, boo" But a nigga hot, and I know the feds watchin', too Gotta hide my face, from them damn undercovers, fool But I'm like "Fuck it" 'Cause you know a nigga tryna bone Made it in time before the fuckboys tap my phone Knocked on the door, 'cause she didn't answer the fuckin' phone Went to the side, and seen that the bitch was gone Still got my cash, when I headed back, to the front Then I see these crackers with they hand on they fuckin' gun Now I can't do shit a nigga can't fuckin' run Told me to get up on the ground, then they took my funds [Chorus] Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money [Bridge] For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it [Outro] Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money Pop-pop-pop, when you're fuckin' with my money

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  • Chris Travis