Russell Simmons - Only Fo' Tha Money lyrics

[DJ Quik] Sometimes I just don't even understand Why people like this dirty talkin sh**, youknowhatI'msayin? But since they do and people buyin this sh**; I'ma kick it like this You see a pimpin a** n***a like me is wanted dead or alive Because I jack these hooker hoes for they ten's and they five's And twenty's then I leave em branded, cause I'm the love bandit I'm not tryin to be mean I want your green or you'll be stranded Cause you know it don't pay to play for free yo So you sh** out of luck, I need a buck to f** You duck, ho, b**h, tramp And I don't take no food stamps This is a reminder - I'm lettin you know that if I get behind ya You're gonna have to kick up - or eat a dick up til you hiccup I treat yo' a** as if this was a stick up Cause you ain't nothin but a pick-up Trick hell yeah I'm offensive A spin around the bend can be expensive And the effects'll be, they can be extensive So if I gotta f**in take a chance, I want my grip in advance Because it's Only Fo' Tha Money Chorus: repeat 4X Dolla bill y'all, dolla bill y'all Dolla dolla dolla dolla dolla bill y'all [2nd II None #1] Now that I f**ed, I want my motherf**in cut Oh yeah, I'm a ho, what you think I gave you the dick fo'? See I can play the b**h, but see I ain't the b**h You better checkin her in, and better do it quick See the devil made me do it, cause devil is you Cause I done seen all the sh** you took n***as through But not me wench, you cute saditty skanch Think I'ma be the trick n***a, well b**h I ain't Cause I'm the type of n***a that can get your co*k Without payin you, but straight be playin you b*tch - I thought you knew better than that See it only f**s you up, when your weak game lacks Manipulatin moves like I do (like I do) See it just goes to show you ho you can't play a true See I can leave your broke-a** fast with your co*k all runny (beeeitch) cause it's Only Fo' Tha Money Chorus [2nd II None #2] Now that you know me, I'm only out to leave you broke and lonely I find a stupid ho and talk her a** to matrimony Now I can be cool until we hitched But I'ma switch up on my role and play the motherf**in b**h Waitin for the mailman to come around Oh youse a low-down n***a - naw man, I'm just a money hound I play the roll well, check out my limp Yeahh, I'm the County Check pimp (aww that's you baby) Slangin my hand inside your purse Girl you better keep cool cause the sh** can get worse, damn Yo' check is short, I ain't gon' sweat, huh I take the kids lunch money, yeah - bet And borrow ends from yo' family and grin I just gotta keep my bankroll comin in And then I kick back and laugh cause it's funny Ha ha - I only did it Fo' Tha Money Chorus