Foe Tha Love of $ (feat. Eazy-E) Song Lyrics

For the love of money

Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now

Gotta get on the grind, pop in the clip of my .9
And bitch, if you slip, you hit the chalk
And fall in the nighttime, gotta get mine
Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone, call up my nigga, sittin' at home
Polishin' that MAC-10 chrome
Got a lick we can hit, so bring yo' shit
'Cause once again it's on (for the love of money)

To the dome with a fifth of Bourb'
My wig to the curb so we swerve and rolled out
To pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin' the dope house (for the love of money)
Smoke up outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge, I'ma play
Watch all 'em fall in their grave and lay (for the love of money)

Pullin' in the driveway
Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the livin' room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up (for the love of money)
Buck, buck and a kaboom and blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed, and gotta move fast, hy? The po-po's comin' (for the love of money)
Snatch up me yummy, so nigga, don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the nine-quad
'Cause Flesh be lovin' his money, his money (for the love of money)

I'm given up love to the hustlers, all them St. Clair thugstas
Makin' that money, stayin' on your feet
And you better believe, gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep (for the love of money)
Steady on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for my crime, man, I hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that yayo