TERMANOLOGY - Love Of Money lyrics
rate meI put my money in the freezer I call it cold cash
My coat stash is bigger than Coca-Cola’s ass
It’s dimes in my pocket dimes in my bed
Serve you a quarter chicken, make sure you fed
The trap love me, cousin I rap lovely
Been killin em from the jump crack bungee
I’m Chris Humphries, cheatin on the baddest bitch
40 round clip I call it the magic stick
It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear
Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss your tears
Put the lotion in the basket bitch before you catch it
Tie you to a mattress, turn it into your casket
I get respect on the same blocks who hustle on
So is it’s on I’m D west, fuck your mom!
Fore the came of week, I keep the cutties calm
These serial killers will eat you for your lucky charm
[Hook]
This one for the dollar, gotta get it
That’s all that I do
Can never be scared cause we with it
Gotta do what I do, yeah
It’s all for the love of money
Cash, clothes, the cars and the honeys
Yeah money makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round ah yeah
I wanna make love to an angel
My pocket is handcuffed to a halo
I stand up in the ghetto, babe bro, this ain’t full
Button ups and cangos, my pockets lumpy
Like I stuff potatoes under mangos
Big guns stuffed with egg rolls
Who wanna tango, this is war
I’m retweetin, why the dope problem?
So DM it baby if you got a coke problem
I gotta see her cope, got her nose divin
Without your favorite rapper co-signin
I got a gorgeous baby but you got disnorted I got it all
That as soon as it got important
Like a model from a 3rd world country that I
Nutted in before she got deported
And I signed a deal for the part, not before it got recorded
This is business, for that money I bought
Leave yo aye, yo sunny side up, rude boy
[Hook]
This one for the dollar, gotta get it
That’s all that I do
Can never be scared cause we with it
Gotta do what I do, yeah
It’s all for the love of money
Cash, clothes, the cars and the honeys
Yeah money makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round ah yeah
Listen, we tryna make digits, gotta get me a few bucks
You tryna play with it, that gets you a few buck bucks
Sun is dead a real, we move weight
Homie you on a treadmill tryna remove weight
Lots of haters they are mad
They pissed off causer cash I pilot like the operator aircraft
Cocked and spray up their ass
I hit you with the impact of a truck
But I will not inflate an airbag
Gotta get this cheddar for,
My first and second born
If this epilogue never score big I ain’t never raw but I swear
If ain’t got some chips
Cock the 5th, turn your Range to a pasta dish nigga
Gotta watch the million frames, they go over a million frames
Long as you can game ends
But see when no money remains then they’ll be gone
Put that in the came in
Money keep they eyes wide, like they on a king bench, easy!
[Hook]
This one for the dollar, gotta get it
That’s all that I do
Can never be scared cause we with it
Gotta do what I do, yeah
It’s all for the love of money
Cash, clothes, the cars and the honeys
Yeah money makes the world go round
Money makes the world go round ah yeah.
