tropicanaa - ForThe$$$ Lyrics

1 for the money
2 for the honey

1 for the money
2 for the coolest
Manifestin aps on bof wrists thats goin stupid
Unexpected hits i got these pussies lookin clueless
Different sound each time i got these niggas sayin who dis
Gassed up like 4/20 everyday, bitch im on go
Head spinnin off of life, these hoes orbit like im the globe
Take a trip to my backyard close my eyes to take off the load
I could prolly pay ya rent wit the shit tht sits on my lobe
Tell me whats the prob
Tell me whats rhe word
Heard around the block, a couple birds spread the verbs
Keepin to myself yk the gossip spread like germs
Whats the point of the work if you rlly dont earn
Tired of wastin time im locked in like im kelly
Hella bold, i tell hoes take off they clothes like im nelly(its kinda hot in here dint you think)
Me and who, we in tune, we two n two, pb n jelly
I could prolly get you a copy js hit me on my telly bitchhhhhh
1 for the cash, a couple bands on the dresser
Miss my old ho, i left her twice, but i should text her
Feelin like osama, cs im blessed and im flexxed up
I reckon that you check up on yourself fore you get checked up
Uh damn, uh here we go again
Yo bitch ain f*ckn with mine if her ass is not a 10
Im in the middle like my name was fukn malcom
Attack em we touched the ceiling of the world again
Uh damn mary had a little lamb
White marni sweater got me lookin like a finnigan
Remind me not to let you niggas get under my skin again
I caught a cramp while i was hustlin in my timbalands