Love for Money
Gucci Mane & DJ Drama
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I got the love for money
I gotta have it
The lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stackin'
Love for money
I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money
I gotta have it
The lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stackin'
Love for money
I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money
Chillin' with two women, me and Mr. Thanksgiving
I be somewhere fly, Thanksgiving, going swimming
While you was wearing snorkels, I was out snorkeling
Of course, I'm shitting on these niggas like porcelain
It's more than love with this money, I'm infatuated
Captivated by the diamonds encapsulated
Shooting range in the basement
Olympic size pool, the pool table adjacent
I love me some money
I stash money, fast money, coming, I'm pumping them onions
Bunking and crossing the country, Sosa, don't cross me, you monkey
Sleeping on fifties and twenties, rolling up onions and hundreds
Pulling in Porsches and Phantoms, fancies be throwing they panties
Drama and Cannon, they panic
Gucci and Drama, they panic
Ugh, they sick, they vomit
Put some more commas in front it
Drama got Gucci, he stunted
Gucci and Drama, we zoned
We got so much money, 'bout our money, so money, more money
Gotti
I got the love for money
I gotta have it
The lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stackin'
Love for money
I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money
I gotta have it
The lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stackin'
Love for money
I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money
See, money, money got a big house
Money got a bad girl
Money make you famous
Money rule the whole world
Money set trends
Money is in the Benz
Money got associates acting like friends
Money, money, he old
Money, money, he bold
Money got sexy ladies dancing on the pole
Money got 'em on a stroll
Money, platinum and gold
Money make 'em shake it like Beyoncé Knowles
Only God knows the things I do for money
That's a young fly bad bitch, a tenderoni
Check out them dimensions, twenties, fifties, and hundreds
Don't she make me look good when you see us out stunting?
Niggas catch a whiff, find out that's your bitch
Catch her pushing your whip, then they go and push them clips
She got me going crazy, I'm cuckoo for beaucou' bucks
Plus I can't lie, boo, it's only you I lust
I got the love for money
I gotta have it
The lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stackin'
Love for money
I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money
I gotta have it
The lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stackin'
Love for money
I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money
I'm 'bout my issue, I'm 'bout my dough
I'm on my hustle, man, you already know
I'm hitting stangs, I'm hitting licks
I'm packing pounds and bagging bricks
You got them nicks, I got a lab
You talking hoes but selling halves
Where your connect? How much he got?
That's all he holding? Man, I'll buy him out
That green, that guap, how the B boys open up shop
Doing that thing for that paper, the brew, might even water the pot
I want stop, I want knots, I want yachts, I want lots
I want cash in the bag, in the bed, or a box
Rich, ask the hood, she my bitch, ask the wood
In my six, I Dracula, count my shit
'Cause blood money ain't counterfeit
Here's a heart with an arrow in it, my valentine is Ben Franks
Ain't no divorce in the bank, I got love
I got the love for money
I gotta have it
The lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stackin'
Love for money
I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money
I gotta have it
The lust for living lavish
Gotta get that green paper stackin'
Love for money
I, I, I, I gotta have it
I, I, I, I got the love for money