J Wells - Money (Do It For Me) lyrics

[Verse One : Kurupt] Brand new airmax is the start, Gucci and Louie from my belt to clothes I change with the times moving up I still can't find no one to trust Nicky on tv with madona, sending out a message to you premadonas And everybody that thought Nicki was whack, is eating those words watching Nicki stack Roaming through the neighborhood feeling grand This week I smoked about a million grams Everything is new, life is too, I just bought a new house, what about you? Just got a new whip, what about you Just took a new trip to Istanbul I solve equations difficult as Rubic's cube Just keep your eyes open for the evening news This ain't dr. dre n***a, just X cube This my life, this one's mine This one time, I'ma do it for the No more indo gin and juice, patron ciroc ace and goose Kush on the plate a little yay to boose Everyday L.A. ways loose, living like a millionaire driving them crazy Billionaire mind set, I learned it brom baby Gotta use the mind, frame the rider … Model b**hes have the powder ratchet as f** Got the model b**hes itching to get ratchet as f** Cla**ic, pa**ing pa**es, asking to f** Flowing … when I have my epiphany, a half full … Walking on chinchilla rugs, villa in Greece Mic with a**ets, 100 tickets at least, my n***a This my life, this one's mine This one time, I'ma do it for the Bentleys, bmw's, maybachs, rovers Don't stand behind I may back over you Cla**ic banger, cla**ic Bach, Beethoven Rock James Hover, pac, game over Wizardry in this industry, my century hold by the days that confuse I break the industry rules like f** it This my time, for my life This one I do it for the love of money Money, a small piece of paper Do it for the love of music Music, music to get the money Do it for the love of b**hes And b**hes want the money I'ma do it for me And that's what we're fighting for, the money f** money! Oh, music! b**hes I'ma do it for me, baby, baby, yeah, yeah Money, oh, b**hes, music f** baby, baby, yeah And there you have it, so down on the block What would you do to get your money And does it matter, money, music and b**hes Cycle is vicious, hahahaha, a hahahaha But it's all done for the small piece of paper That …wait, and hate, as an almighty dollar, money f** money! Oh, music! b**hes Baby, baby, yeah, yeah