Meek Mill - For The Love Of Money lyrics

rate me

And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper

And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater

For the love of the money, the love of the dough

For the love of the money, them hoes fucking for sure

And I know, I know

Who said that money isn’t everything?

Whoever told you that damn, damn lie?

‘Cause all this money, it can buy you everything

I don’t know nothing that money can’t buy

I ain’t never sinned, I ain’t ever crossed over

Gotta go to Panama, I don’t want it chopped up

Everywhere I go I’m pulling up burner phones

The money, drop some, murder some

Defend this code, the feds all delivering

Yeah, I fuck with Papi, but no, I ain’t Dominican

For the love of the spend, I’ve been around the block

I let them know I got it ‘cause he out there round the clock

In the projects jewelry mean you made it

And the body might get you famous

And they key might get you stopped

Fuck with me, I might get you whacked

It’s no apology, nigga, it’s criminology, nigga

And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper

And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater

For the love of the money, the love of the dough

For the love of the money, them hoes fucking for sure

And I know, I know

Who said that money isn’t everything?

Whoever told you that damn, damn lie?

‘Cause all this money, it can buy you everything

I don’t know nothing that money can’t buy

And I ain’t never jealous, and I ain’t get emotional

About familiar, I do what I’m supposed to do

Talking up boutique sales, tying up the loose ends

Know me from the project, I used to go by “who that?”

Copped all my mixtapes, you tryna roll up

You heard I was moving shit, wait a second, hold up

They tryna get inside, the phones, they got ears

They also got eyes, you know

You break it down and you get a box

Be breaking down and we get them racks

‘Cause if you play around getting guap

We gonna lay you down, get a mop

We sing, we grind and we here

No, everywhere, every day, ever route

Every smoke that we light and it’s on, it’s on

And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper

And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater

For the love of the money, the love of the dough

For the love of the money, them hoes fucking for sure

And I know, I know

Who said that money isn’t everything?

Whoever told you that damn, damn lie?

‘Cause all this money, it can buy you everything

I don’t know nothing that money can’t buy