Nicki Minaj - For the Money lyrics

[Hook] Write another song for the money My shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her You know you need Money in the bank to keep her My shawty say Write another song for the money Hey, hey, my shawty say Write another song for the money You know you need Money in the bank to keep her She said you know you need Money in the bank to keep her [Verse 1: Fabolous] Ugh, who the hell said they was cheaper to keep Cause if you ain't getting money when you call you get the beep She can't pick up the phone you broke a** she leave a message And my guess is if she never call, well you get the message You like what, you can't call nobody I've been tryin' to find you like Waldo, shawty She said she bout her paper if its there she gon get it And when the money gone she gon' be the f** gone wit it (hey) I mean come on, she like Luis Vuitton Yorkie in the speedy bag that she named Milan Hair stay did, like she live in a salon Her and money go hand to hand, yeah like a baton I swear on a stack of Holy Bibles and Qurans We could be the dream team baby, Kobe and LeBron Only if you gold I never do the bronze Cause if you could have Beyoncé, would you take Solange [Hook] [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] I'm in a tricky little mood, I trick these little dudes I tell them that I love them but I never really do See I like pretty shoes, I like pretty minks I like sightseein' the pyramids and the Sphinx He cop Italian pieces, so I do the fist pump And I can only push it, if the trunk is in the front If the trunk is in the back, then you gotta take it back You can him me on the jet, iChat on the Mac Cause I am who I am, Nicki M muthaf**a If she say she not a fan, she a lyin' muthaf**a Always shoppin' in Paris, so I speak a little French Oui, oui Raggedy, time for you to hit the bench Indecisive, so I always got to pick two I guess that's why I've got the Yorkie, and the sh**zu I told Fab, get that Michael Knight Kitt coupe Before I put this p**y, on your chipped tooth [Hook] [Verse 3: Fabolous] I hate to see her poutin', she wants some Louboutin I say how many pairs, she say who's countin'? Money ain't everything, with her it's the only thing You don't treat her like a queen, you gon' be a lonely king Her daddy must have spoiled her, ain't no expiration date f** dinner and a movie, she wants a vacation date Fly her out to London, cruise to the Bahamas Presidential suite, we check in as the Obamas Take for instance, Nicki, when she shops, she picky f**s up fifty G's fast, then calls it a quicky I only deal with ten cents, my dick game is intense Bent that Barbie over, she ain't seen Ken since These n***as be feelin' her, affordin' her's another thing She was married once before, lookin' for another ring So I call her Peyton Manning, that's amongst the other things She say she like my flow, I think she love the scene [Hook]