DO FOR MONEY
Shit bro
Like I said bro
Shit bro, I need to
I need to get this money you feel me?
I don't care, I don't care if I gotta fucking rob somebody
I don't care if I gotta rob the bank, nigga
I don't care if I gotta sell dick, you feel me?
I told that nigga, aye
Let's go get some money
Let's go get some money
He laughin' at me, you feel me?
Woah
Too many people been throwin' shade
Always with the positive energy
I don't relate to hate
I be chasin' money, nigga
Fuck what my neighbour say
I'm with my homie
Andrw, in the hood we gotta make a change, nigga
Why you sleepin' on me? Please can you be awake?
It's a marathon, I'm 'bout to finish up the race
Faking jealousy it doesn't vy in my lane
Money drives me crazy like I'm losing up on all my breaks
Look what I do for money
Came up I'm a fool for money
Young homie get robbed for money
I smoke green but fuck green money
All I want is blue money
In the hood with my dudes
They ain't paying credit, they ain't paying homage
Ah, I put all the hate right behind me
Aye
Told my youngins go and work for money
Make money, get it, keep it
And I used to spend it now I stack it
I'm a renaissance man, came with a plan
Now I'm in a plane
Look at my wrist, got a Plain Jane
Gold Tempo, Silver SKONE
I ain't taking no rest
Cause I want the money
What do I do for money?
Spend more never lose something
Aye
What do you do for money?
Buy pussy I know you love it
Aye
What do we do for money?
Buy a case let's celebrate (yeah)
And smoking J's and meditate
I pray that my niggas go and get money
I got homies in these streets (yeah)
I got homies packing heat (yeah)
I got homies in the pen
I don't write a verse with a pen
Don't test me, no exams
Andrwmaars you're my Idol
What I say on these tracks is influence
Andrwmaars a role model
Aye
I don't seek no approval
I got homies that's involved, free my brody and the Forbes
I'm an Artist, an Impressionist
Painting vivid pictures and they mimic me
Now were stacked up in 4 room
I don't shoot guns cause I got goons
I don't drive cars I'm a pilot
Keep a Glock nine or a 45
Cause I'm bout mine and I die for mine
Baars
Maars
I told that nigga, aye
Let's go get some money
Let's go get some money
He laughin' at me, you feel me?
Like I said bro
Shit bro, I need to
I need to get this money you feel me?
I don't care, I don't care if I gotta fucking rob somebody
I don't care if I gotta rob the bank, nigga
I don't care if I gotta sell dick, you feel me?
I told that nigga, aye
Let's go get some money
Let's go get some money
He laughin' at me, you feel me?
Woah
Too many people been throwin' shade
Always with the positive energy
I don't relate to hate
I be chasin' money, nigga
Fuck what my neighbour say
I'm with my homie
Andrw, in the hood we gotta make a change, nigga
Why you sleepin' on me? Please can you be awake?
It's a marathon, I'm 'bout to finish up the race
Faking jealousy it doesn't vy in my lane
Money drives me crazy like I'm losing up on all my breaks
Look what I do for money
Came up I'm a fool for money
Young homie get robbed for money
I smoke green but fuck green money
All I want is blue money
In the hood with my dudes
They ain't paying credit, they ain't paying homage
Ah, I put all the hate right behind me
Aye
Told my youngins go and work for money
Make money, get it, keep it
And I used to spend it now I stack it
I'm a renaissance man, came with a plan
Now I'm in a plane
Look at my wrist, got a Plain Jane
Gold Tempo, Silver SKONE
I ain't taking no rest
Cause I want the money
What do I do for money?
Spend more never lose something
Aye
What do you do for money?
Buy pussy I know you love it
Aye
What do we do for money?
Buy a case let's celebrate (yeah)
And smoking J's and meditate
I pray that my niggas go and get money
I got homies in these streets (yeah)
I got homies packing heat (yeah)
I got homies in the pen
I don't write a verse with a pen
Don't test me, no exams
Andrwmaars you're my Idol
What I say on these tracks is influence
Andrwmaars a role model
Aye
I don't seek no approval
I got homies that's involved, free my brody and the Forbes
I'm an Artist, an Impressionist
Painting vivid pictures and they mimic me
Now were stacked up in 4 room
I don't shoot guns cause I got goons
I don't drive cars I'm a pilot
Keep a Glock nine or a 45
Cause I'm bout mine and I die for mine
Baars
Maars
I told that nigga, aye
Let's go get some money
Let's go get some money
He laughin' at me, you feel me?
Credits
Writer(s): Sphamandla Zondo
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