Money (Do It For Me)

[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 nigga, 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 bitches have the powder ratchet as fuck Got the model bitches itching to get ratchet as fuck Classic, passing passes, asking to fuck Flowing … when I have my epiphany, a half full … Walking on chinchilla rugs, villa in Greece Mic with assets, 100 tickets at least, my nigga 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 fuck 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 bitches And bitches want the money I’ma do it for me And that’s what we’re fighting for, the money Fuck money! Oh, music! Bitches I’ma do it for me, baby, baby, yeah, yeah Money, oh, bitches, music Fuck 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 bitches 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 Fuck money! Oh, music! Bitches Baby, baby, yeah, yeah