Earl Cooper and Dante Richardson - For the Money

Pourin' champagne on the ground, I get fly nigga
Platinum, white, or rose gold, I can't decide (Oh, no)
Pave diamonds on the cross, I hope the Lord hear me (Hope you hear me, Lord)
This world cold your own fam' a take you down
For the money, niggas turn on they people
For the money, niggas dancin' with the reaper
cll this money turn a good girl evil
cll this money, I'm gon' pop it when you see me

Can't help but get use to the murder, when you born in it
Knew I was gon' hop off the porch, but I wasn't born in it
I keep a burner on my waist like, I was born wit' it
My mama tried to teach me right, but I was born sinnin' (Born sinnin')
I done came a long way from gettin' evicted
That's why I stack it up the long way, ‘cause shit get wicked
I know they never thought I'd make it far (Oh, no)
I'm ridin' ‘round the city in some supercharged
I told my daughter I'm comin' back, the streets ain't playing fair
Nigga play he gettin'
Hope they don't take it there
It's on my side and I'm gon' squeeze it, if you take it there
For the money shit get grimy, they ain't playing fair (Oh, no)

Pourin' champagne on the ground, I get fly nigga
Platinum, white, or rose gold, I can't decide (Oh, no)
Pave diamonds on the cross, I hope the Lord hear me (Hope you hear me, Lord)
This world cold your own fam' a take you down
For the money, niggas turn on they people
For the money, niggas dancin' with the reaper
cll this money turn a good girl evil
cll this money, I'm gon' pop it when you see me

Shit get cutthroat (Shit get cutthroat)
For the money ain't no love, this shit get cutthroat (Yeah, yeah)
I don't mind spending on shawty, ‘cause she come through
You like your diamonds shaped like pears, okay that's fine to (Okay, that's fine boo)
Time out of town for me is therapeutic
Just to clear my state of mind, but then I'm back to it
Hardly speak on how I feel, ‘cause I be numb to it
Make sure you stack your lettuce up, before you thumb through it
I keep a ‘stendo on my side when I pop out
Diamonds dancin' Chris breezy wit' the lights outs
Pull up pushin' on the motor, make ‘em pipe down
Everything I do exotic, that's my lifestyle

Pourin' champagne on the ground, I get fly nigga
Platinum, white, or rose gold, I can't decide (Oh, no)
Pave diamonds on the cross, I hope the Lord hear me (Hope you hear me, Lord)
This world cold your own fam' a take you down
For the money, niggas turn on they people
For the money, niggas dancin' with the reaper
cll this money turn a good girl evil
cll this money, I'm gon' pop it when you see me

Written by:
Dante Richardson, Earl Cooper

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Lyrics © TUNECORE INC

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