Thee Tom Hardy - One 4 the Money lyrics

rate me

Feat. Donnis

This money’s coming, I promise it’s not optional

Can’t rush perfection, stop is impossible, (ooohh)\

The controversial cause trouble when I speak

All white air max with the bubble underneath (nice)

Ninth Wonder signed me, now they all love me,

Babes try to find me, but they are all ugly

Why am I grinding for this money?

Why the long faces, this is so basic

Girl, ass rappers that need to be wearing bracelets

Wait for a minute to shine but I’m patient

Quarter back running my team, I’m so Peyton

Manning with the handling oh, and plus shipping

Superhuman strength so the stages that I’m ripping

Dikes start stripping when it's mic that I’m ripping

For the money, one for the money, money, one for the money

Let the record show that I flow out of control

Going hard like a coast guard’s job when it snows

Might catch a cold, better cover up

Got beef, I suggest that you squash like butter nuts

Or blue balls, you know, hitting with the racquet

No competition I’m the illest in the bracket

Babes stay blowing me out like lit matches

For the money, for the money, one for the money

And even dead people know Thomas is great

Cause me to dope flows is like rhombus to shapes

I don’t have money or accounts in the bank

But I got a thick chick that'll shout when I spank

The rear, (the rear)

Hey look here,(here)

I don’t even care, I’m wild like deer,

Got you going crazy like crowds when I'm near,

For the money...

The same with words I’m first like …

Babes love dealing with me, they’re such cart sharks

Time ace in the hole, replacing the holes

I pull out my dick and tell her this is the hard part

Ride real cool, real new, real smooth, (cool)

You can see me on a magazine real soon

You could find me getting jiggy like real boobs

For the money, yeah

If you wanna get on my level but how you gon' reach me?

Probably just nervous that your girl wanna leech me

You see me getting deep into her sternum

Give me a minute, I’m 'bout to bring Emrald Point to Durham

Toes, I'll curl 'em, hoes get served and, different positions they need chiropractors and surgeons

Used to laugh at me now they’re shaking ass at me

For the money, one for the money

What it Tom, now it's two for the bass

Got my sneakers tied tight cause it time to paper chase

Trying to get to the cheese in America’s rat race

Without going through the traps, but it’s hard when you’re black, they won’t cut me no slack

So I rap as if I’m getting 60 mill for every 16

30 mill for 8 bars, better than the 8 ball

When you hit the right corner side pocket,

Shootin' for the pool crib with the view

Of the hills, Beverly baby

Riding my vintage Mustang, rodeo baby

80 miles per hour, nothing but horsepower

Now they’re turninn they face like they ate sumn' sour

Uuu, that nigga Donni is so sick, they say

Uuu, he ain't nothin' to fuck with,

And I did it for the clothes, the hoes, and the money

Cause I am one for the money

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Thanks to Andrei

Thanks to RetweetRyan for correcting these lyrics