Silkk The Shocker - For Money Lyrics
I need money (money), mo money.Mo money, (ching ching), money, nuthing move but the money.Money, money, look nothing move but the money.Money, money, thats all I want, thats all I want.I want it look.You found me where the papers at, where the capers atI dont ask for a mother*****ing thing, I take the scratchLook i, franchise wearing, a franchise wristIm franchise look, I need a franchise chickShe aint gotta be tight, she aint gotta be that richShe just like I tell the other *****es that my niggas the shitBlack on black, step out the houseWith a suit and a tie soon to die, black on blackScratch a mack, scratch a jack, matter fact nigga I always stay strappedIts the game plan, I gotta win, I cant afford to loseI cant be dressin in them kinda blues cant afford to wear tight shoesYou know me, the nigga with the six four frameWith a six four ***** back and hit your brainYou know the ceo nigga, yall done seen before niggaSee me get dope and dont tell a popo niggaI dont give a *****, I hate yall typeYeah I might know ya but we aint nothing alike(chorus)Now nothing move but the money, thats all I wantNothing move but the money nigga, thats all I wantNothing move but the money, thats all I wantIm on top cause I do what yall niggas dont, lookCatch me playing ball with shaq, and points from real how to actI did a shootin range, shoot the mack, when I bust for me to shoot backSee Im nigga put the game thats why Im on topI can sit eight seasons cold even when its hotCome on drop the top for my impala and shitNigga Im out to get paper spit some dollars and shitSee how many yall niggas could follow this shitI got an attitude ***** the whole world, I gotta get richAhh, and cap niggas screaming shit, niggas gleaming the wristYou seen the six, seen his wrist, nigga you seen his chickThis shit that yall spittin, its meaninglessEverything yall claim you did, I done itAnd if I got, man ***** yall nigga, Im a flaunt itAnd if I dont got it I mother*****ing want it***** I sold keys, I smoke weed at pe I got blunted***** the hatin, I pull off that paper shitGotta love me or either mother*****ing hate me *****Gotta hate my flow, nigga hate that I got doughAnd if I spend it all ***** I can make some more(chorus)Keep it hot, I keep it locked, guns I keep it *****edRunnin on the shop like I runnin on the blockKeep one up in the top, like one up in the dropSpit till I spit, cant spit no more it dont stopLike I live fast, Im addicted to cashAint a thief but sometimes I just forget to askI like say what the ***** I feel, nigga do what I wantIf you dont like it, *****, fine, nigga we can take it to the trunkAnd I get the spittin in your brand new sixSpittin if you even with your mother*****ing chickSpittin if you with you mother*****ing clickBut ***** it Im just spittin, Im just spittin the spit***** it thick, yeah nigga what***** that, *****, *****, *****, *****, *****, I told yallI dont like to windows shop to see how high it isWalk by and see how fly it isIm a ghetto superstar like pras and shitI got my idles so ***** it, I buy that shitYou only live once so like I floss my shitGive to the poor, a nigga like floss on a wristYeah I got a few dollars but I dont even spend it no moreIm trying to save up, for what, so I can buy the ghettoIm out to get money niggaMo money, money, mo money, nothing move but the mother*****ing money(chorus)Gotta get yall money nigga.Nothin move but the money.Everything else is irrelivant.Nigga yall gotta be willing to get what yall want nigga.By any means.No limit nigga.9-8, 9-9, 2 g nigga, whatever.Im out to get mine.Oughta get yours.Silkk the shocker live in this mother*****er.Im out.
