Cassidy

Cassidy - Money Money lyrics

rate me

ft Styles P

money, money, money, money

the price extra low

money, money, money, money

this is moving extra slow

money, money, money, money

so i’m about to let you know

what people do for the money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money

what people do for the money

first it was hard to rob a bank

but easy to rob a bull

making the withdraw

as soon as he come outside the bank

what people do for the money

it leave you traumatized

little dudes still in middle school committing homicide

instead of rumble they a blast gas

instead of struggle they arrive behind the bundle when they ass crash

chicks are stripping

get their ass smacked

do splits

do tricks

on the pole

and make the ass clap

cats bag crack

your dad checks in cash that

risk having the feds on him

just to have some bread on him

it ain’t no telling

what the felon did

instead of jail

niggers would tell the pigs

on their own relatives

real rack

grind work

got my mind worked

i sell coke to a smoker

that stole the money out the mom’s purse

before i go broke

i commit a crime first

to get a dollar

you do what you got to do

money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money

what people do for the money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money

what people do for the money

niggers would kill their own men

just to get the …

to get the paper for the porsche

and go skip them with that

bitches will suck the whole thing

for a do bag

look at the elders in the hood

yea, they all sad

look at the young one in the hood

yea, they all mad

i’m looking for a spot

take a g off that

you’ll come around here front

nigger we off that

they kill broad day

for some bullshit change

niggers that get it in for a bullshit chain

tired of the clothes with the bullshit stains

niggers a put a bullet in you bullshit brain

dope heads running for the h and they chain

selling the kids shit

and whatever for the pain

i know what a student

would they want cocaine

under the black cloud

but we all seen the change

the demons that chase you

for a green piece of paper

money, money, money, money

the price extra low

money, money, money, money

this is moving extra slow

money, money, money, money

so i’m about to let you know

what people do for the money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money

what people do for the money

the weighing

the rocks

those things lean off doo

get the green

get the m16 to you tooth

the cream

get the triple beam for the coop

for nightmare

you had bad dreams when you grew

i keep a raisin and a laser beam on the toast

making a murder scene

and your spleen can get poof

niggers that take your life for some green

they get smoked for

a little bit of purple

my low niggers will murk you

six feet dirt shit

pawn box turn shit

then kill your brothers

and your mother that burped you

my life’s like a movie

no commercials

that’s why a line i rhyme is controversial

yea, to get that chick

the niggers will try to earth you

you going to need that bitch in the hospital

to nurse you

time’s money

they say patience is a virtue

but to get the dollar

you do what you got to do

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money

what people do for the money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money, money, money, money, money

money

what people do for the money

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