for the money

It's Jaron Jordan
It's Jaron Jordan

Aye, Aye

For the love of the
For the love the bills
You might get
You might get drilled

He might get
He might get killed, he might get

For the love of the money, might do it
For the love of the hood, imma prove it
For the love of my niggas that's gone
We goin' zip up the hood and do wrong

For the love of the bill, they might pack you
For the love of the bill, they might back end
For the love of the bill, he might Shaq you
For the love of the bill, left her best friend

For the love of the bill, I'm like hey
I been bikin' around, feel like Frank
I been feelin' like Harriet Tubman
Run it up, and I go get some mo' then

For the love of the money
For the love of the dollar bill

For the love of the money
All that cash might get you creamed

For the love of the money
For the love of the dollar bill

For the love of the money
All that cash might get you creamed

Ran it up, 100k on the back end
Show my face at the Grammy's, they laughin
Made it out from the city, we back in
And I dropped my advance on a lamb

Copped the Jag all because of my Grams
Way to busy to be on the gram
Niggas think that I'm hatin' on them
Little nigga, I'm focused on me

And she think that I'm waitin' for her
Little baby you waitin' on me

All these diamonds they startin' to shine
Momma look at yo' son on TV

For the love of the money
For the love of the dollar bill

For the love of the money
All that cash might get you creamed



Credits
Writer(s): Jaron Barrow
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