For the Love of Money (Wavy)

I'm smooth like the cool breeze, coming through the window
 When you cut my music up, gotta' let the wind blow
 Ride through the city slow, looking at the city lights
 Sippin' on some sticky lean, feelin' so good tonight
 Money and these chains, that's what I'm livin' like
 I just wanna live in the morning and every night
 Dreamin' like Biggie did, when he was my age
 19 gettin' money smokin' high grade
 I don't wanna sell my soul for no fuckin' fame
 SpaceGhostPurrp, just remember that name
 Higher than them towers and them 911 planes
 Hit the pussy from the back, give her back pains
 Smellin' like that cologne that ya bitch love
 I only fuck with bad hoes the only [?]
 Mack shit, pimp shit, space age pimpin'
 See me rockin' BBC, NASA gang, M.O.B
 Bring rap city back, I'ma be on MTV
 I'ma be on VH1, I'ma be on MTV
 Everybody hated on me, they just wanted me to be
 Nothin' in my life, just a bum walkin' in the streets
 Give me the bag of beans, hit the club sellin' pills
 Yeah a nigga gotta eat, yeah I love them dollar bills
 Satan tryna take my soul away but God got my back
 I wanna make this rap shit better, fuck sellin' crack
 And that's all I wanna do, know what I'm sayin'
 90's baby in this motherfucker, for the love of money
 SpaceGhostPurrp the mixtape nigga
 Rest in peace my nigga Jitt, nigga
 NASA gang, love of money, [?], brrrat
 Y'all already know nigga, this how we doin' it, nigga
 For the love of money, don't trust no bitch, nigga
 Straight like that fool, you feel me?
 Get yo money, nigga, ya heard?
 SpaceGhostPurrp in this bitch, nigga
 Yankee nation
 Yankee gang, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'
 Yankee gang, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'
 NASA gang