Lyrics to Money (Do It For Me)
Featuring RBX
Brand new airmax is the start,
Gucci and Louie from my belt to cuff
I change with the times moving up
I still can't find no one to trust
Nicky on TV with Madonna, sending out a message to you Premadonas
And everybody that thought Nicki was whack,
Is eating those words watching Nicki stack
Roaming through the neighborhood feeling grand
This week I smoked about a million grams
Everything is new, life is too, I just bought a new house, what about you?
Just got a new whip, what about you?
Just took a new trip to Istanbul
I solve equations difficult as Rubik's Cubes
Just keep your eyes open for the evening news
This ain't Dr. Dre nigga, just X cube
This my life, this one time
This one time, I'ma do it for theĀ
No more indoor gin and juice,
Patron, Sirock ace and goose
Kush on the plate, a little yay to boose
Everyday L.A. ways loose,
Living like a millionaire driving them crazy
Billionaire mind set, I learned it from baby
Gotta use the mind frame, erratic Kurupt
Model bitches have the powder ratchet as fuck
Got the model bitches itching to get ratchet as fuck
Classic, passing passes, asking to fuck
Flowing some Crys shard
When I have my epiphany, I have file mignon
Nights in Florence, Italy
Walking on chinchilla rugs, villas in Greece
Mic with assets, 100 tickets at least, my nigga
This my life, this one time
This one time, I'ma do it for the Bentleys, BMW's, Maybachs, Rovers
Don't stand behind I may back over you
Classic banger, classic Bach, Beethoven
Rock James Hova, pop, game over
Wizardry in this industry, my century hold by the days that confuse
I break the industry rules like fuck it
This my time, for my life
This one I do it for the love of money
Money, a small piece of paper
Do it for the love of music
Music, music to get the money
Do it for the love of bitches
And bitches want the money
I'ma do it for me
And that's what we're fighting for, the money
Fuck money! Oh, music! Bitches!
I'ma do it for me, baby, baby, baby
Money! Oh, music! Bitches!
Fuck baby, baby, baby
And there you have it, so down on the block
What would you do to get your money?
And does it matter, money, music and bitches
Cycle is vicious
But it's all done for the small piece of paper
That Caddys wait, and hate, as the almighty dollar, money
Money! Oh, music! Bitches!
Baby, baby, baby
Money (Do It For Me) Video:
Brand new airmax is the start,
Gucci and Louie from my belt to cuff
I change with the times moving up
I still can't find no one to trust
Nicky on TV with Madonna, sending out a message to you Premadonas
And everybody that thought Nicki was whack,
Is eating those words watching Nicki stack
Roaming through the neighborhood feeling grand
This week I smoked about a million grams
Everything is new, life is too, I just bought a new house, what about you?
Just got a new whip, what about you?
Just took a new trip to Istanbul
I solve equations difficult as Rubik's Cubes
Just keep your eyes open for the evening news
This ain't Dr. Dre nigga, just X cube
This my life, this one time
This one time, I'ma do it for theĀ
No more indoor gin and juice,
Patron, Sirock ace and goose
Kush on the plate, a little yay to boose
Everyday L.A. ways loose,
Living like a millionaire driving them crazy
Billionaire mind set, I learned it from baby
Gotta use the mind frame, erratic Kurupt
Model bitches have the powder ratchet as fuck
Got the model bitches itching to get ratchet as fuck
Classic, passing passes, asking to fuck
Flowing some Crys shard
When I have my epiphany, I have file mignon
Nights in Florence, Italy
Walking on chinchilla rugs, villas in Greece
Mic with assets, 100 tickets at least, my nigga
This my life, this one time
This one time, I'ma do it for the Bentleys, BMW's, Maybachs, Rovers
Don't stand behind I may back over you
Classic banger, classic Bach, Beethoven
Rock James Hova, pop, game over
Wizardry in this industry, my century hold by the days that confuse
I break the industry rules like fuck it
This my time, for my life
This one I do it for the love of money
Money, a small piece of paper
Do it for the love of music
Music, music to get the money
Do it for the love of bitches
And bitches want the money
I'ma do it for me
And that's what we're fighting for, the money
Fuck money! Oh, music! Bitches!
I'ma do it for me, baby, baby, baby
Money! Oh, music! Bitches!
Fuck baby, baby, baby
And there you have it, so down on the block
What would you do to get your money?
And does it matter, money, music and bitches
Cycle is vicious
But it's all done for the small piece of paper
That Caddys wait, and hate, as the almighty dollar, money
Money! Oh, music! Bitches!
Baby, baby, baby
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