Cool - Money (Freestyle) lyrics

[Hook] Money... For the money... Money... Money!... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Money! [Verse 1: Kapone Luciano] (Yea... Ya... Yea) Where I'm from money means that sticky green Fine b**hes and the coldest cars you've ever seen Them n***as mean mug, why they hate for? Cause ain't no more real n***as left to hate on Them dogs bark loud, but they ain't gone get stupid Life's like a back yard and I done been through it Jumping from gate to gate, we in a f**ing race Aye yung choppah I know a short cut to this paper chase Try to rob me watch my goons get wilder Yea they make a little noise but they guns get louder I ain't gone slip but they gone keep on waitin' If you plottin' with them boys then you partici-hatin' Anticipatin' precipitation These b**hes be wishin' that they could take it I'd rather play with that p**y and let them taste it Try to get'em to my room and then get them naked I'm a Sheppard Square baby catch me doin' my thang East end taliban young suuwuu gang No I ain't ya damn peoples, no I ain't ya damn equal You know that Glock under my shirt is f**ing lethal My gun a carnivore cause it eat people So much ice I should star in a matrix sequel I'm a f**ing king don't want no f**ing glory My life's like a movie based on a true story [Verse 2: Choppah] (Yea... Yea... Uh) Standin' in my presence watch yourself around mines I have the (money) to f** around and buy ya life ten times Got the (money) to get inside ya girls p**y got her screaming like (Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah) Uh and what you mean me and Tweezy F. Ya Lady run tennis game on a who*e And she go back and fourth back and fourth til one of us score Just for the (money) young n***a and i ain't searching for no record label But if you looking for me I'm behind ya ladies navel Ha... I do what I does Cause money's the inspiration and I do this because You n***as know you can't stop me, I know you can't stand me You wishing they drop me but I'm hot so just fan me I'm fly just listening to the wind blow Now wake up and see me beaming through ya window Look up a red beam on ya forehead I make this rifle explode like a warhead I'm on my rock sh** shootin' off in the mosh pit You on ya bullsh** but you ain't trying to pull sh** I be on some other sh** AKA that dumb sh** And yes we brought them bangers got em' bangin' like a drum kit n***as tryna down grade sayin' that im frontin' But I believe the correct vernacular is stuntin' I gotta go can't miss my next flight I see you all in the next life, holla at me [Hook] Money... For the money... Money... Money!... Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Money!