Royce Da 5'9" - One For The Money lyrics

[Hook: Version 1] It goes one for the money, two for that paper Three for that drive to get it You gotta dive in it I guess that's just in my spirit n***a, I will walk, fly, try to get it [Royce da 5'9"] I'm a representation of triumph I don't lose, therefore I guess it's a waste of trying I'm the check man I do this sh** strictly for the money every day -- the love went away with X-Clan The love kept me on the underground Each verse went deeper and deeper so I had to resurface Get the cake and keep working Demonstrate a lesson to them every album I can teach perfect I ain't a cheap person But if you wound up underground and you ain't hungry then you at least thirsty The streets where it's at my n***a Blacking out ‘til the streets get cracked my n***a [Hook: Version 2] It goes one for the money, two for that paper Three for that drive to get it Four's for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it n***a I will walk, fly, try to get it It goes one for the money, two for that paper Three for that drive to get it Four's for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it And y'all will not eat until we get finished [Verse 2: Sk**z] Yo the kid got game, the kid get props The kid spitting the flames, the kid don't stop The kid been grinding now he's getting that guap I was visiting the bottom now I'm getting to the top Doing what we do, that's what we get the props for This is for my dudes living like rock stars One two three, three two one Yeah the haters over there, but I keep ignoring them I'm in the pit any day, just like a stockbroker Nah, I ain't flossing, I'm just living how I'm supposed to Y'all get straight flushed like poker Never thought it'd be Sk**z on your baby mama's poster Told ya, doubters get knocked off You ain't believe me, but nines bout to pop off That's how we do it and we stack the stacks It's your boy Sk**z homey, million dollar backpack [Verse 3: Diamond D] Too many clowns sweet and hard, nut and honey Chasing fast cars and dreams, nuttin honeys You know it life ain't nothing funny I went from bluffing dummies to world tours man, it's nothing money I'm surrounded by investors with Winchesters Super X black shadow chin testers I don't run with jesters So if I give you a pa** know it was just a slim gesture Too many n***as swallowing Too many n***as running around with no business, that be frolicking You in a bad space wallowing I'm in the GL five-and-a-half with the bright halogen Gucci moccasins, Benetton sweater J.O.K. there's never been a don better Southern Bluefin prawns, ameretta I f** life with a vendetta