[Intro: Jewell]
For the love of money
[Hook: Bizzy Bone & Flesh-N-Bone]
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
[Verse 1: Flesh-N-Bone & Jewell]
Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my 9
And, bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk
And fall in the night time, gotta get mine
Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone, call up my nigga, sittin' at home
Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome
Got a lick we can hit, so bring yo' shit
'Cause once again it's on (For the love of money)
To the dome with a fifth of Bourb'
My wig to the curb so we swerve and rolled out
To pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house (For the love of money)
Smoke up outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades
And a gauge, I'ma play
Watch all 'em fall in their grave and lay (For the love of money)
Pullin' in the driveway
Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the livin' room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up (For the love of money)
Buck buck and a kaboom
And blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed, and gotta move fast
Why? The po-po's comin' (For the love of money)
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga, don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quad
'Cause Flesh be lovin' his money, his money (For the love of money)
For the love of money
[Hook: Bizzy Bone & Flesh-N-Bone]
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
[Verse 1: Flesh-N-Bone & Jewell]
Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my 9
And, bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk
And fall in the night time, gotta get mine
Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone, call up my nigga, sittin' at home
Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome
Got a lick we can hit, so bring yo' shit
'Cause once again it's on (For the love of money)
To the dome with a fifth of Bourb'
My wig to the curb so we swerve and rolled out
To pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house (For the love of money)
Smoke up outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades
And a gauge, I'ma play
Watch all 'em fall in their grave and lay (For the love of money)
Pullin' in the driveway
Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the livin' room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up (For the love of money)
Buck buck and a kaboom
And blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed, and gotta move fast
Why? The po-po's comin' (For the love of money)
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga, don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quad
'Cause Flesh be lovin' his money, his money (For the love of money)
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.