Kurupt - Money (Do It For Me) lyrics

Brand new airmax is the start, Gucci and Louie from my belt to clothes 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***a, just X cube This my life, this one's mine This one time, I'ma do it for the sponsored links No more indoor gin and juice, patron sirock 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**hes have the powder ratchet as f** Got the model b**hes itching to get ratchet as f** Cla**ic, pa**ing pa**es, asking to f** Flowing ... when I have my epiphany, a half full ... Walking on chinchilla rugs, villa in Greece Mic with a**ets, 100 tickets at least, my n***a 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 Cla**ic banger, cla**ic 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** 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**hes And b**hes want the money I'ma do it for me And that's what we're fighting for, the money f** money! Oh, music! b**hes I'ma do it for me, baby, baby, yeah, yeah Money, oh, b**hes, music, f** 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**hes 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** money! Oh, music! b**hes Baby, baby, yeah, yeah.