Lyrics:
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
Ferrari got the green
Smells caught in between, nigga doin his thing
What I'm sayin it's a hustler's pain
Bein rich by myself, it's a treacherous dream
Yeah yeah
Yeah
Soul vibes
Hustle every day
Bustle every day
Man I do this every day
Nine to five
All for my child
Hustle everyday
Back on my feet
I
time not crawled so far
All the neighbors that walk by
Would point and say with smile
There lives a wrinkled mother
And a wrinkled child
And a wrinkled
Come and smoke with me
Put yo weed in your grinder
Come and smoke with me
Roll it up ina rizla
Bill it up with me
Say we get high in the sky
Under pressure
On the run
And I'm chasing hella bands down the block
Under pressure
In the rough
And I'm running up the bills like it's stocks
Under
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
our vision
Bills by a 100 billion, that's the premonition
Man listen
Any given sunday you lost
While the bills mafia gettin buffalo sauced
Get tossed,
me the gold plaques
Fuck them blue bills, I need gold stacks
Business expense on weed, I pay no tax yeah, I care about money I don't care about hoes
Ay
Out here working like a dog but we barely making ends
All these bill's won't stop and these walls are closing in
I done prayed so hard Lord I'm
budget
Theyre always surrounded by the paparazzi
My friends too rich having all the ferraris
Credit card bills flow spending all the money
spending all
Move bitch,
Get off my way
Am pulling up with seven figures
And my niggaz by me
Cruising like a legend am the captain so we sail
If you ain’t put in
It's hard to make it
Gettin' harder every day
It's Hell tryin to make it
When you're doin it by yourself
It's Hell payin taxes
When there's no
In an Arizona town one day
Bill Venero heard them say
That a band of Apache Indians
Were on the trail that way
Heard them tell of murder done
Three
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
me
CREAM, get the money
Dolla dolla bill y'all, y'all
Of course all the hardcore heads
This one goes out to you
Crank up the volume one time
Peace
I lit out from Reno,
I was trailed by twenty hounds
Didn't get to sleep that night
'Till the morning came around.
Set out runnin' but I take my
could, Get out of bed and, Look, I'm stuck in a cycle by cycle that goes round, Round and round we go but still have ups and downs
Good days and bad days
and there's two souls bein' fed
She's a kickin' child
She hits a cold one-hundred, that little girl goes so wild
Goes so wild
Well, she don't walk no lines
She
two souls fed
Well she's a kickin' child
Gee it's a cold 100, a little girl goes so wild
Well she don't want no lies
She don't change
at Darlington.
How in the world could a nine-year-old child
hit 197 in a time trial?
The man said Momma ought to be ashamed...
"but by the way son, tell us what's
deep inside Bill's massive head
A master plan did bloom
Buy the information out
By sellin' a brand new tune
[Chorus]
of cousins
Thriving by the dozens
Down't uncle bill's
Down among the hills
Table set and you can bet
Everyone will get lots of turkey
We got forty pounds
Then
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
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