Young Tre - For The Money lyrics

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Young Tre - For The Money lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, flight 1-0 from LAX is now arriving into JFK International [ODB talking] What? What? (...?...) about that money, n***a How many, hey yo, how many n***as is really making money now Now what I'm saying? This 98, I'mma tell y'all cats somethin This is the year of do it, or don't If you gon do it, you better roll on with this crew cat Juggyyyyy!!!! [Mack 10] (ODB) People call me crazy, but that's alright with me (It's alright!) They ask me why I'm hustlin, (We hustlin!) I say for the money (Yeah!) I duck down with Buckshot, Hoo Bang with Wu-Tang (Oooooo!) Won't hesiate to slang, so money ain't a thang (Ahhhhh!) Called Buck and Dirty, asked em what they need They said send me two thangs and some LA weed So my belief is f** the beef, all money the same And when I get to New York, I'mma show you the whoop game I make a b**h stay down, cuz I'm that type of guy Put the work on the Greyhound and fly to the NY Hit the east coast with a pocket fulla cheddar Tan khakis on with a thick red sweater (Oh yeah!) They see me with some hoes, couldn't be better timing Cuz though a n***a g'd up, I got on big diamonds, so n***a what? (Tell it to em cat!) [Hook] [Mack 10] (ODB) People call me crazy, but that's alright with me They ask me why I'm hustlin, I say for the money (Yo, I am comin over, to your spot tonight I promise you my baby, that I'm gon do you right!) [Buckshot] (ODB) {Mack 10} Through the gusty wind, I roll with fifty men Ready to get nifty and shifty and low So what's the movements, yo? Let me know Cuz when I come for motherf**ers, I'm comin for throats It was sad I bled, but the red in my eyes shed Light on the dark, I led the blind in sight Now I got all of them inside It's the reason why I do this, and I night ride (For the moneyyyyy!!!!!!) If you and a n***a outside, say the word And I'm a spruge with my flight team soarin like birds Missed it on the Friday with my n***a Cube But the bomb blew Saturday when Mack lit the fuse Who other than Buckshot come pick up the pieces And straighten n***as out like creases {Speak on it} Yeah n***a (It's for the moneyyyyyy!!!!!) Buckshot, ODB, Mack 10, back at it again [Hook] [Ol' Dirty ba*tard] Hey yo, most of you know me, some of you don't When it comes to challengin, none of you won't Arrange this battle to improve your style It's a brother with a totally different profile Most of you play cold front in your face Hesitatin on the rhymes, shoulda been Memorex But, you forgot, you's an amatuer Mystery worshipper, yo I prefer I mind you, tease you, who's the boss? s**a amneisa, memory loss, welllll Hit this, just quiet as kept Mmmmm C's on the charts from the start had slept Leeeeet's take them, wake them You should be woke Cuz you take MC'in for a practical joke, Hmmmmm I present myself to be a similar nightmare of an Amazing Story [Hook] [ODB talking] Yo, you ain't hearin nothing but a drop of the dime Know what I'm saying? To all my dogs, I wanna give a shout out You got my n***a, Mack 10 You got my n***a, Buckshot shorty And you got the one, dirt dog Know what I'm saying? And we gon do it like sweat hogs, my n***a This how we get down! [Mack 10 talking] People call me crazy, but that's alright with me They ask me why I'm hustlin, I say for the money Haha, Hoo Bangin records, pushin weight in 98 Cookin nothing but the bomb You know what I'm sayin? Cuz we got the Recipe, fo sho!