Lyrics

*For the Love of Money* Back to Back in Lamborghinis Screamin' fuck you in Swahili Write my rap down in graffiti Looking for a Nefertiti With Nice titties a fat ass and a pussy that I can chew Don't mind hanging with the fellas every now and then a brew Or two she would drink so we can link and conversate And probably make, our connection as we sip our beverage Smoke and We Play cards But I keep my poker face for ho's cus I don't got no heart Can't you see my life is hard? that's why I keep my body guard Kevin Costner Body posture Always leanin 40 Glock Heavy but we ready than he ready but we know he not Bitches come a dime a dozen and I know I fucks a lot That I Could probably be a millionaire, add it up Cus I keep dimes and quarters pieces in my room with asses up Wanna fuck a nigga named Dolla Bill who cash is up She must just be senseless cus she would not get a penny Of my chimmy tryna clip me on my mission to a milli Dick and phillies, food and Liquor plus a back aches is all I give a hoe Pass the dro, Pass the dro now play that Lupe Fiasco Cus I don't wanna hear you singing 'less you hitting C notes I Can change a bitch mind like a channel no remote Niggas ballin on a budget while we travel without luggage Off flights now we hit the mall and buy up everything we wanted Cash Rules Every Thing Around Me Kawasaki bikes and Yamahas Keep bitches out of push up bras like everyday is mardi gras We just tryna party y'all and fill these hoes with alcohol And if you under 21 than I just can't account for y'all Dollar after Dollar, oxymoron, I can go on Cus Our party on on every song I'm gettin on straight puttin on Fuck you haters, my suit tailored we wear gators like Tebow Fuck me both that pigeon talk Infatuated with that dough Sing!