J-Hood For The Money текст песни, слова песни For The Money J-Hood & Mase Milli Hell Rell
J-Hood - For The Money
feat. Mase Milli Hell Rell
This is for the hustles in the crib with the scandals
I ain't with the games, I let the chapel settle scores
Niggas want a war, we action motherfucking door
For the money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
We're chasing that shit, we're getting that shit,
We're flipping that shit, we're loving that shit
Is for them.
When I conversate I look to Lucifer to get them
I tried to pray to the Lord, but my sins were never forgiven
So you can suck a dick and get cut up like a circumcision
Red dot between your eyes, Indian religion.
And I'm as real as it gets, burn it up, non-fiction
Amateur these boys, with no murder conviction
Breaking all these rappers, taking no intermissions
Your flow going nowhere, recept like is transmission
NY to other world, there's no competition
Nelly got the power, J got the ammunition
Hood from yuckest type of place that you don't ever fit in
Can have your baby, momma, run up in your sub-division?
Seek it in your average rapper grab the penicillin
Smoking weed, writing rhymes with his pain and chilling
J gripped a nine and he deserves some recognition
At least stop in a booth, put a chef up in the kitchen.
Thinking they're gorillas but the clips is bananas
This is for the hustles in the crib with the scandals
I ain't with the games, I let the chapel settle scores
Niggas want a war, we action motherfucking door
For the money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
We're chasing that shit, we're getting that shit,
We're flipping that shit, we're loving that shit
Is for them.
Thinking they're gorillas but the clips is bananas
This is for the hustles in the crib with the scandals
I ain't with the games, I let the chapel settle scores
Niggas want a war, we action motherfucking door
For the money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
We've been getting that shit, we're chasing that shit
We're stacking that shit, it's for the love of that shit.
We'll do a lot of talking, I'll let the less speak
Rappers is my son, so I guess I'm a dad
Clap you while you're snoring, bloody up your bed sheets
Treat your skull like a hot song and make your head leak
You loud niggas playing with a ground j
And gotta go, cause this strap is already on me
Stomach gotta eat, but I'm full of rage
Blowing very loud, you niggas smoking sage
From YO to either won, thinking about violate, I wanna see you drop
Snap, bring all the way down, make love to my pocket next to the trape pound
Shoot a nigga, hope a nigga straight, be aware,
Do your male like a sixteen I'm a lay 'em
Cook that nigga up, salt them
Be a bird, so I'm a straight chick for lay 'em.
Thinking they're gorillas but the clips is bananas
This is for the hustles in the crib with the scandals
I ain't with the games, I let the chapel settle scores
Niggas want a war, we action motherfucking door
For the money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
We're chasing that shit, we're getting that shit,
We're flipping that shit, we're loving that shit
Is for them.
Thinking they're gorillas but the clips is bananas
This is for the hustles in the crib with the scandals
I ain't with the games, I let the chapel settle scores
Niggas want a war, we action motherfucking door
For the money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money.
We've been getting that shit, we're chasing that shit
We're stacking that shit, it's for the love of that shit.
Комментарии