Money (Do It For Me) lyrics

by

Tha Dogg Pound


[Verse One : Kurupt]
Brand new airmax is the start, Gucci and Louie from my belt to clothes
I change with the times moving up
I still can’t find no one to trust
Nicky on tv with madona, sending out a message to you premadonas
And everybody that thought Nicki was whack, is eating those words watching Nicki stack
Roaming through the neighborhood feeling grand
This week I smoked about a million grams
Everything is new, life is too, I just bought a new house, what about you?
Just got a new whip, what about you
Just took a new trip to Istanbul
I solve equations difficult as Rubic’s cube
Just keep your eyes open for the evening news
This ain’t dr. dre n*gga, just X cube

This my life, this one’s mine
This one time, I’ma do it for the

No more indo gin and juice, patron ciroc ace and goose
Kush on the plate a little yay to boose
Everyday L.A. ways loose, living like a millionaire driving them crazy
Billionaire mind set, I learned it brom baby
Gotta use the mind, frame the rider …
Model b*tches have the powder ratchet as f*ck
Got the model b*tches itching to get ratchet as f*ck
Classic, passing passes, asking to f*ck
Flowing … when I have my epiphany, a half full …
Walking on chinchilla rugs, villa in Greece
Mic with assets, 100 tickets at least, my n*gga
This my life, this one’s mine
This one time, I’ma do it for the Bentleys, bmw’s, maybachs, rovers
Don’t stand behind I may back over you
Classic banger, classic Bach, Beethoven
Rock James Hover, pac, game over
Wizardry in this industry, my century hold by the days that confuse
I break the industry rules like f*ck it
This my time, for my life
This one I do it for the love of money
Money, a small piece of paper
Do it for the love of music
Music, music to get the money
Do it for the love of b*tches
And b*tches want the money
I’ma do it for me
And that’s what we’re fighting for, the money
f*ck money! Oh, music! b*tches
I’ma do it for me, baby, baby, yeah, yeah
Money, oh, b*tches, music
f*ck baby, baby, yeah

And there you have it, so down on the block
What would you do to get your money
And does it matter, money, music and b*tches
Cycle is vicious, hahahaha, a hahahaha
But it’s all done for the small piece of paper
That …wait, and hate, as an almighty dollar, money
f*ck money! Oh, music! b*tches
Baby, baby, yeah, yeah
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