For The Love of $

Grab that Glock nine soon as a nigga hit the door
 Call up my nigga ask him "Do we still got that dope?"
 He said "Damn right", I said
 "I'm gone be there at four, don't forget the OE, and bring all the freaky hoes"
 Sipping on that mothafucking drank, while I'm smoking dank
 Mothafuck what a hater think, bitch I need that bank
 'Cause a nigga gotta survive out here in these hard times
 Crackers constantly fucking lying and some of you niggas buying it
 Fuck that, I need that motherfucking cash
 I'm on my own bitch and I ain't tryna dump no fucking trash
 Niggas talk shit, then we put 'em on they fucking ass
 Nigga stop your bitching and get to the fucking cash
 Niggas wanna rob 'til they get shot, and that's sad
 But, ain't no heart for a nigga tryna take my cash
 Let off the clip, merk a nigga then a nigga ran
 Seen the police, jumping out the mothafucking van
 Hopped in my whip, with my fucking gun still in my hand
 Now I'm paranoid 'cause a nigga just killed a man
 All for that love of the green cash, and, that bands
 But a nigga gotta get it, something they don't understand
 Damn
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Got away with the shit 'cause a nigga too smooth
 But I thought I did 'til a nigga seen the damn news
 But I can't, turn myself in, or I'm a damn fool
 Smoking on this reefer ion know, what the fuck to do
 Call my bitch up and said "Let me come, chill wit' you"
 She said "Ok, just bring a couple rubbers boo"
 But a nigga hot, and I know the feds watching too
 Gotta hide my face, from them damn undercovers fool
 But I'm like fuck it 'cause you know a nigga tryna bone
 Made it in time before the fuckboys tap my phone
 Knocked on the door, 'cause she didn't answer the fucking phone
 Went to the side and seen, that the bitch was gone
 Still got my cash, when I headed back, to the front
 Then I see these crackas with they hand on their fucking gun
 Now I can't do shit, a nigga can't fucking run
 Told me to get up on the ground, then they took my funds
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it
 For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it
 For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it
 For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it
 For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it
 For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it
 For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it
 For the love of money, a nigga gotta get it
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money
 Pop pop pop when you're fucking with my money