Lyrics:
the crew
And I never did it for a damn thank you
Dont test me I'll cheat like Bill
Brady Bunch, I'm on a mission
Like bill clinton, imma kill
Tarantino,
Shebi you say you go dey by my SideTell me why
Why why
Tell me why lie
Jah to Raster
Call Jamaica
I don high I don kpo like a stoner
Papa dey para
Mama
fries
I can't seem to keep my story straight
Sleeping in a coffin
The sunlight's blighted out by
The curtains that you fly to
Escape from the sunrise
a foreign
(Oh ah ah)
Okay okay
Okay better hop in a foreign
(Imma skrr skrr)
Do a couple bills in the Beamer
(In the Beamer, Beamer)
Okay, okay do a couple
assist
Yeah I backstrap bill up the weed now man's doing up piloting
Like can you get high like this?
You wanna get fly like this?
Man gotta keep it real
Put my m finger up for massage
Bitches prolly know that hot boy survive
Gotta billie, millie, bills on my obs
Wanna questioning, but I don't give
Deep in the town of Dinglydell
There's a man by the name of Bill Wimblybee
Across the street is Nanci, it's the woman of his fancy
She spells her
two
And I will do some exercise if I can make it through
I feel like Bill Murray, trapped inside that groundhog movie
Daily life repeats so much that
Blue stones
Like my blue bills
Two faced
Too fulfilled
With my new way
New place
New house
In the hills
New face
New case
Too many thrills
Do this
much, you play with me, my niggas gon' spin
The block is hot, they scope the scene out, Indo say when
These hoes be poppin' lip by basic shit, that's what
Bill Bailey
Bobby Darin
Traditional arranged by Bobby Darin
- (#19 in 1960)
(spoken)
(Hey, Bill Bailey, Don't look now but somebody's calling you.
thou'
300 thou' to 500 thousand
A million, let's have a money shower
One bill' to another bill'
That's how a nigga really feel
Tell me what's with
rappin' about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money
Pop that ass for a nigga that’s real
She gone pop that ass for a nigga with bills,
Don Billiono, Limitless,
I know how to make a stack and triplet
folks scared to death
When he walked by they held their breath
He was a fighting man, sure enough
Now Bill took himself a wife, he has to lead
paying bills
By the age of 60 mom and dad now
You can sit back and now you can chill
My family questioned
What do you wanna do as a profession huh ?
I had
Know you ain't trying to press me
I get you hit by next week
Balling through these checks like I'm motherfucking Jeffrey
You ain't got the bills
You
pocket pull out lent man i ain't have a dime
Couldn't pay the bills shit got real but nobody care
Who got your back who by your side nobody there nobody
to build your dreams, you on your own
When it's time to pay the bills, you on your own
But man can not live by bread alone
Am a young stoner, tryna get this
using shit
Now, uh-uh, I'm payin' bills by the year, and he not used to this This bitch from Duval, she gon' spin it, nigga, load the clip
Niggas lame,
the ones doing laundry Still fold clothes
The type to have a couple kids and Hold down the stable
Because she don't got to pay no Bills long as she able
That
rappin' about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money
rappin' about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money
rappin' about, I really got
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot
Chorus
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll)
For the love of money
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