Harry Fraud - Love Of Money lyrics

[Verse 1:] I put my money in the freezer, I call it cold cash My coat stash is bigger than Coca-Cola's a** It's dimes in my pocket, dimes in my bed Serve a quarter chicken, make sure you fed The trap love me, cousin I rap lovely Been k**ing 'em from the jump, crack bungee I'm Chris Humphries, cheating on the baddest b**h 40 round clip, I call it the magic stick It makes rappers disappear, whisper in yo ear Crystal clear, come here, let me kiss yo tears Put the lotion in the basket b**h before you catch it Tie you to a mattress, turn it into yo casket I get respect on the same blocks who hustle on So is it's all I'm The West, f** yo mom! Fore the came up we, I keep the cutties calm These serial k**ers will eat you for your lucky charm [Hook:] This one for the dollar, gotta get it That's all that I do Can never be scared cause we with it Gotta do what I do yea It's all for the love of money Cash, clothes, the cars and the honeys Yea money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round ah yea [Verse 2:] I wanna make love to an angel My pocket is handcuffed to a halo I stand up in the ghetto, babe bro, this ain't full bu*ton ups and cangos, my pockets lumpy Like I stuff potatoes under mangos Big guns stuffed with egg rolls Who wanna tango? This is wrong I'm re-tweeting, why the dope problem? So DM it baby if you got a coke problem I gotta see er cope, got er nose diving Without yo favorite rapper co-signing I got a gorgeous day but you got this note that I got it all That as soon as it got important Like a model from a 3rd world country that I Nutted in before she got deported And I signed a deal for the part, no before it got recorded This is business, for that money I blow Leave yo aye, yo sunny side up, rude boy [Hook:] This one for the dollar, gotta get it That's all that I do Can never be scared cause we with it Gotta do what I do yea It's all for the love of money Cash, clothes, the cars and the honeys Yea money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round ah yea [Verse 3:] Listen, we tryna make digits, gotta get me a few bucks You tryna play with it, that gets you a few buck buck Sun is dead a real, we move weight Homie you on a treadmill tryna remove weight Lots of haters, they are mad They pissed off cause cash I pilot like the operator aircraft co*ked and spray up their a** I hit you with the impact of a truck But I will not inflate a airbag Gotta get this cheddar for... My first and second born If this epilogue never score big I ain't never raw but I swear If ain't got some chips co*k the 5th, turn yo Range to a pasta dish n***a Gotta watch the million frames, they go over a million frames Long as you can game ends But see when no money remains then they'll be gone Put that in the cane end Money to the eyes wide, like they on a kingpin, excuse me [Hook:] This one for the dollar, gotta get it That's all that I do Can never be scared cause we with it Gotta do what I do yea It's all for the love of money Cash, clothes, the cars and the honeys Yea money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round ah yea