Willie the Kid - Love for Money Lyrics
feat. Bun B, Gucci Mane, La the Darkman, Trey Songz & Yung Joc[Trey Songz]Wah ah ohh oh, ohh ohWah ah ohh oh, ohh ohI got the love for moneyI gotta have itThe lust for living lavishGotta get that green paper stackin'Love For MoneyI gotta have itLove For MoneyI got the love for money[Willie the Kid]Chillin wit two womenMe & Mr. ThanksgivingI be somewhere flyThanksgiving goin' swimmin'While you was wearin' snorkelsI was out snorkelinOf course, I'm shittin' on these ni99as like porcelainIt's more than love wit this moneyI'm infatuatedCaptivated by the diamonds encapsulatedShootin' range in the basementOlympic size pool, a pool table adjacentI love me some money![Gucci Mane]I stash money, fast moneyCome on, I'm pumpin them onionsBuckin and crossin the countrySo So, don't cross me you monkeySleepin' on fifties and twentiesRollin' up onions and hundredsPullin' in Porsche's and Phanny'sFancies be throwin' they pantiesDrama and Cannon they familyGucci and Drama they panicUghh, they sick, they vomitPut some more commas in front itDrama got Gucci, he stuntedGucci and Drama, we jammin'We got so much moneyBout our money, so moneyMo' money dummy[Hook 2x][LA the Darkman]See Money!Money got a big houseMoney got a bad girlMoney make you famousMoney rule the whole worldMoney set trendsMoney is in the BenzMoney got associates actin' like friendsMoney Money he oldMoney Money he boldMoney got sexy ladies dancin' on the poleMoney got em' on the strollMoney platinum and goldMoney make em' shake it like Beyonce Knowles[Yung Joc]Only God knowsThe things I do for moneyThat's a young fly bad *****, a tenderoniCheck out them dimensionsTwenties, fifties and hundredsDon't she make me look goodWhen you see us out stuntin'Ni**as catch a whiffFind out that's your b*tchCatch a pusha in your whipThen they go and push them clipsShe got me goin' crazyI'm coo coo for boo-koo bucksPlus I can't lie boo, its only you I love![Hook 2x][Bun B]I'm bout my issueI'm bout my doughI'm on my hustle (man)You already know!I'm hittin' stainsI'm hittin' liqsI'm packin' poundsAnd baggin' bricksYou got them nicksI got a labYou talking whole'sBut sellin' halvesWhere's your connectHow much he gotThat's all he holdin'?Man I'll buy him out...[Hook 2x]