[ Verse 1 ]
b**h I'm gone, and I ain't got no mother f**ing money
But i got bout 3 playboy-boy bunny and
They quick to f** a n***a for that-that dubby
Kenny Ken be far from a dummy, plus im all about my cheddar
( n***a you just said that you was broke )
Biiiiiiiiiiiiiitch whatever
Back it up, Uhaul truck, girl you got that ghetto stuff
You know I'm looking, peeping, masturbating while I be creeping
Could of thought ?? made me jizz all up in my jeans, know what I mean?
I'm super clean, super fly, rocking super ?? 'til i die huh, yo
You ain't never met a n***a this immature, I'ma immature who*e
Can I get a girl with no flaws, no draws
And some tits that drag to the mother f**ing floor
People tell me I don't take my music serious and my sh** too explicit
Like you obligated to sit there and listen, n***a the comments and fake a** whispering
Yo, I don't get no pleasure from letters and b**hes wearing sweaters
But I would do better with hipster b**hes with Cosby sweaters
So get your Cosby on, and get that Hi-C up
And watch us broke n***as sit and count this money up
[ Hook ]
For the love of money
People will steal from their mother
For the love of money
People will rob their own brother
For the love of money
People can't even walk the streets
Because they'll never know who in the world they're gonna beat
For that mean, oh mean, mean green
Almighty Dollar!
Cash Money
[ Verse 2 ]
Lets talk about bricks, Kenny Rebel go the master plan
We work hard, play hard, just so we can advance money
So we can flip it like a back hand
75 in the hood, 25 in the stacks, 5.0. on the a**
So we gotta move fast, with the dirty money