V12 The Hitman - Love For Money lyrics

[Intro: Trey Songz] Yeah, Songz Woah, oh Oh, woah, oh Woah, oh Oh, oh, oh [Hook: Trey Songz] I got the love for money, I gotta have it The lust for living lavish, gotta get that green paper stackin' Love for money, I gotta have it Love for money, I got the love for money I gotta have it The lust for living lavish, gotta get that green paper stackin' Love for money, I gotta have it Love for money, I got the love for money [Verse 1: Willie the Kid] Chillin' with two women, me & Mr. Thanksgiving I be somewhere fly, Thanksgiving goin' swimmin' While you was wearin' snorkels, I was out snorkelin' Of course, I'm sh**tin' on these n***as like porcelain It's more than love with this money, I'm infatuated Captivated by the diamonds encapsulated Shootin' range in the basement, Olympic size pool A pool table adjacent, I love me some money [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I stash money, fast money, come on, I'm pumpin' them onions Buckin' and crossin' the country, Sosa, don't cross me you monkey Sleepin' on fifties and twenties, rollin' up onions and hundreds Pullin' in Porsche's and Phantom's, fancies be throwin' they panties Drama and Cannon they family, Gucci and Drama they panic Ugh, they sick, they vomit, put some more commas in front it Drama got Gucci, he stunted, Gucci and Drama, we jammin' We got so much money 'bout our money, so money, more money dummy [Hook: Trey Songz] I got the love for money, I gotta have it The lust for living lavish, gotta get that green paper stackin' Love for money, I gotta have it Love for money, I got the love for money I gotta have it The lust for living lavish, gotta get that green paper stackin' Love for money, I gotta have it Love for money, I got the love for money [Verse 3: LA the Darkman] See money, money got a big house Money got a bad girl, money make you famous Money rule the whole world, money set trends Money is in the Benz, money got a**ociates actin' like friends Money money, he old, money money, he bold Money got s**y ladies dancin' on the pole Money got 'em on the stroll, money, platinum and gold Money make 'em shake it like Beyoncé Knowles [Verse 3: Yung Joc] Only God knows the things I do for money That's a young fly bad b**h, a tenderoni Check out them dimensions, twenties, fifties and hundreds Don't she make me look good when you see us out stuntin'? n***as catch a whiff, find out that's your b**h Catch a pusher in your whip, then they go and push them clips She got me goin' crazy, I'm coo coo for boo-koo bucks Plus I can't lie boo, it's only you I love [Hook: Trey Songz] I got the love for money, I gotta have it The lust for living lavish, gotta get that green paper stackin' Love for money, I gotta have it Love for money, I got the love for money I gotta have it The lust for living lavish, gotta get that green paper stackin' Love for money, I gotta have it Love for money, I got the love for money [Verse 4: Bun B] I'm 'bout my issue, I'm 'bout my dough I'm on my hustle, man, you already know I'm hittin' stains, I'm hittin' liqs I'm packin' pounds and baggin' bricks You got them nicks, I got a lab You talkin' whole's but sellin' halves Where's your connect? How much he got? That's all he holdin'? Man, I'll buy him out [Hook: Trey Songz] I got the love for money, I gotta have it The lust for living lavish, gotta get that green paper stackin' Love for money, I gotta have it Love for money, I got the love for money I gotta have it The lust for living lavish, gotta get that green paper stackin' Love for money, I gotta have it Love for money, I got the love for money