Various Artists - For Money lyrics

I need money (money), mo money Mo money, (ching ching), money, nuthing move but the money Money, money, look nothing move but the money Money, money, that's all I want, that's all I want I want it look You found me where the papers at, where the capers at I don't ask for a motherf**ing thing, I take the scratch Look I, franchise wearing, a franchise wrist I'm franchise look, I need a franchise chick She ain't gotta be tight, she ain't gotta be that rich She just like I tell the other b**hes that my n***a's the sh** Black on black, step out the house With a suit and a tie soon to die, black on black Scratch a mack, scratch a jack, matter fact n***a I always stay strapped It's the game plan, I gotta win, I can't afford to lose I can't be dressin in them kinda blues can't afford to wear tight shoes You know me, the n***a with the six four frame With a six four co*k back and hit your brain You know the CEO n***a, ya'll done seen before n***a See me get dope and don't tell a popo n***a I don't give a f**, I hate ya'll type Yeah I might know ya but we ain't nothing alike (Chorus) Now nothing move but the money, that's all I want Nothing move but the money n***a, that's all I want Nothing move but the money, that's all I want I'm on top cause I do what ya'll n***as don't, look Catch me playing ball with Shaq, and points from real how to act I did a shootin' range, shoot the mack, when I bust for me to shoot back See I'm n***a put the game that's why I'm on top I can sit eight seasons cold even when it's hot Come on drop the top for my Impala and sh** n***a I'm out to get paper spit some dollars and sh** See how many ya'll n***as could follow this sh** I got an attitude f** the whole world, I gotta get rich Ahh, and cap n***as screaming sh**, n***as gleaming the wrist You seen the six, seen his wrist, n***a you seen his chick This sh** that ya'll spittin', it's meaningless Everything ya'll claim you did, I done it And if I got, man f** ya'll n***a, I'm a flaunt it And if I don't got it I motherf**ing want it b**h I sold keys, I smoke weed at PE I got blunted f** the hatin', I pull off that paper sh** Gotta love me or either motherf**ing hate me b**h Gotta hate my flow, n***a hate that I got dough And if I spend it all b**h I can make some more (Chorus) Keep it hot, I keep it locked, guns I keep it co*ked Runnin' on the shop like I runnin' on the block Keep one up in the top, like one up in the drop Spit till I spit, can't spit no more it don't stop Like I live fast, I'm addicted to cash Ain't a thief but sometimes I just forget to ask I like say what the f** I feel, n***a do what I want If you don't like it, f**, fine, n***a we can take it to the trunk And I get the spittin' in your brand new six Spittin' if you even with your motherf**ing chick Spittin' if you with you motherf**ing click But f** it I'm just spittin, I'm just spittin the spit f** it thick, yeah n***a what f** that, f**, f**, f**, f**, f**, I told yall I don't like to windows shop to see how high it is Walk by and see how fly it is I'm a ghetto superstar like Pras and sh** I got my idles so f** it, I buy that sh** You only live once so like I floss my sh** Give to the poor, a n***a like floss on a wrist Yeah I got a few dollars but I don't even spend it no more I'm trying to save up, for what, so I can buy the ghetto I'm out to get money n***a Mo money, money, mo money, nothing move but the motherf**ing money (Chorus) Gotta get yall money n***a Nothin move but the money Everything else is irrelivant n***a yall gotta be willing to get what yall want n***a By any means No Limit n***a 9-8, 9-9, 2 G n***a, whatever I'm out to get mine Oughta get yours Silkk The Shocker live in this motherf**er I'm out