[Intro: Jill Scott]
For the love of money
For the love of money
For the love of money
[Bridge]
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mane
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mane
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Say "What's up" to the broke nigga at the rich party (Woo!)
Who the fuck let this nigga in?
Do it look like I give a fuck? Sorry (Yeah!)
Looking at these hoes
And they gold-digger-gorgeous tryna get me (Woo!)
I run game on a bitch
In one Mississippi, two Mississippi (Yeah!)
Flint nigga in the spot
'til they pop one and the cops come like (Woo!)
Motherfuckers own a shotgun
Like a pop gun and they ready like (Yeah!)
Civic good nigga
I'm a Northside nigga 'til I'm gone (Woo!)
Do it for the ones in the hood
Like Connor gon' put the city on (Wait!)
Fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit, go
Live for my hood, look, this for my block
Ride for the hood, gotta spit it like Pac
I ain't got shit but I still feel good
Nigga can't take what a nigga don't got
Go hard in the paint, you can tell 'em post up
Homie in the hood like "Let me hold something"
Your man's in the hood talking all that shit
When they ran up on him, lil' buddy froze up
All they be talkin' but ain't saying nothing
Niggas be talking that ain't what they want
Ain't no fake shit around here
'Cause my nigga my city is really as real as the fuck
I be killing this shit, I ain't giving a fuck
You loving the bitch, she get hit in the truck
You think this sound crazy, that's how I grew up
So this for my people who still in the cut
For the love of money
For the love of money
For the love of money
[Bridge]
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mane
It's beautiful outside
Looks like it's raining money, mane
[Verse 1: Jon Connor]
Say "What's up" to the broke nigga at the rich party (Woo!)
Who the fuck let this nigga in?
Do it look like I give a fuck? Sorry (Yeah!)
Looking at these hoes
And they gold-digger-gorgeous tryna get me (Woo!)
I run game on a bitch
In one Mississippi, two Mississippi (Yeah!)
Flint nigga in the spot
'til they pop one and the cops come like (Woo!)
Motherfuckers own a shotgun
Like a pop gun and they ready like (Yeah!)
Civic good nigga
I'm a Northside nigga 'til I'm gone (Woo!)
Do it for the ones in the hood
Like Connor gon' put the city on (Wait!)
Fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit, go
Live for my hood, look, this for my block
Ride for the hood, gotta spit it like Pac
I ain't got shit but I still feel good
Nigga can't take what a nigga don't got
Go hard in the paint, you can tell 'em post up
Homie in the hood like "Let me hold something"
Your man's in the hood talking all that shit
When they ran up on him, lil' buddy froze up
All they be talkin' but ain't saying nothing
Niggas be talking that ain't what they want
Ain't no fake shit around here
'Cause my nigga my city is really as real as the fuck
I be killing this shit, I ain't giving a fuck
You loving the bitch, she get hit in the truck
You think this sound crazy, that's how I grew up
So this for my people who still in the cut
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