For the Money
Luis Castro, Preach
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Stacks of the money, Backpacks full of money, Slang crack for the money I done told you maufuckas I'd be back for my money; Or Ima have the whole click Click-Clack for the money; No cap for the money, Tote straps for the money, 2 macs for the money/ You gon' f*ck around and get ya ass jacked for the money, Get to drummin' like for the money; Don't be fucking round this side, We ain't ever lettin' shit slide/ Caught his ass chuckin' gang signs, Hang time, got the paramedics tryna save lives; Don't be thinking you can run and hide, Got you duckin' for the trunk when i'm comin' by/ No lie, got the choppa thumppin' out the side, Of the ride, DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE! When i'm gunnin' wit the burner it's a mass murder/ Jerk her out the whip when you tried to dip "Please don't hurt her!" I'on give a f*ck about scared bitch/ cll i know is that a witness ain't gon' stare at this; Stare at this bitch there it is/ Lookin at the flashlight got u layin' in a ditch; Now ya kids staring at ya grave for the shit ya did/ "I didn't do anything!" Mind your mother fucking buisness then!; Stacks of the money, Backpacks full of money, Slang crack for the money/ I done told you maufuckas I'd be back for my money; Or Ima have the whole click Click-Clack for the money; No cap for the money, Tote straps for the money, 2 macs for the money/ You gon' f*ck around and get ya ass jacked for the money, Get to drummin' like for the money; For the money I can get to bustin wit it, Come and get it/don't forget ain't no discussion wit it; Fucking wit it, leave you leaking wishing you ain't fucking did it/ Don't resent it now, you was proud, put that thuggin in it; Just admit it, you gon drown down fore you come up missing/ Someone fishing, bout to turn around like they water whippin; Not to mention how they get loud when the found you twitching/ Start to tripping, once they found out that ya fucking heart was missing; Nickels into dimes, five times, like im 50 cent/ Hell bent, wit the mind set from the time spent; Being kept, locked inside a cage lying cement/ Try to vent and end up rapping until my dying breath; Try and test me, it seems, like you just wanna rest/ So accept death, I bet, that you did not expect; Me to come correct, i was sent to collect your fucking dept/ Disconnect the rest of your body from round your fucking neck; Listen..... For the money i can do some cold shit/ 20 bands you can get to know this; Drop a couple hundred rounds in his ass, no swiss/ Tongue f*ck the barrel of my gun, slow kiss: Make a hoe out of a gangsta, now he so bitch/ Maufucka just a wanksta he's never sold shit; Seperate him from his body, thats what his soul gets, dont trip, cuz i'ma Stacks of the money, Backpacks full of money, Slang crack for the money/ I done told you maufuckas I'd be back for my money; Or Ima have the whole click Click-Clack for the money; No cap for the money, Tote straps for the money, 2 macs for the money/ You gon' f*ck around and get ya ass jacked for the money, Get to drummin' like for the money;
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