Senim Silla - One for the Money lyrics

1st Verse (Senim Silla) Before compoze & Lo & I were known for terrorism Senim was just as shiny sitting in the sun with prisms The story of man his love affair with the rhythm Began at 10 with pad and pen I imprint my wisdom Delivered with charisma even haters are lovin this one Apply the sleeper we rappin kats into submission Carry tradition we brought u real hip hop And corrective lenses for lames that couldn't see The difference But f** it I'm done crusading The art has been forsaken at 28 I'm rappin for the Sake of money making the clocks ticking No more bullsh**ting gotta lighten the load Any dead cargo I'm Fargo wood chipping I'm tryna get it good while the goods getting Like mr big laying up petting a Lil kitten Sid vicious told me keep my wishes specific So I need $5 billion liquid and a cut on the pacific Yo Chorus (Naaman Haynes): One for the money Two for the f**ing show The clock is ticking Baby get that doe Time waits for no man The world don't slow Don't get ready Be ready let's go 2nd Verse (Senim Silla): Next page same story at his book signing I told russel Simmons he better look for me Now normally I don't condone no form of idolatry But sh** $500 mil I can support that ideology Like someone once said it ain't all about economy But that doesn't mean that kats are all about poverty And that doesn't mean senim'll condoleeza to succeed Or give into greed like beatmakers bottom feed Parasite so few no the meaning of sacrifice 3hrs of sleep a nite less time with the kid & wife How hungry are u I know a hundred ways to eat rice U can find me in the club if I'm performing that nite Otherwise I'm pencil down in a notebook Contemplating world domination like cobra Upgraded from a nickel to a quarter From a nova to a rover Get out the way and I won't run ur a** over right Chorus (Naaman Haynes): One for the money Two for the f**ing show The clock is ticking Baby get that doe Time waits for no man The world don't slow Don't get ready Be ready let's go 3rd Verse (Senim Silla): Organize my mob yo chuck luciano All is mines the motto microsofts the model They think they f**ing wit some Ronald McDonald Just hit the lotto rapper rich n***a please I ain't icing sh** picture me with the price of a home Around my neck or wrist or something real ridiculous Like that grill ignorance the f**as out here building Cribs with straw & stick I'm the 3rd pig with the brick On some pyramid sh** now hear this music is an art But music is a business and I got kids they ain't Eating good intentions and I got bills they ain't given No extensions I'm keeping it real-istic I'm tryna get that bill bisquick That Ellison cheesecake Lamborghini's racing up the PCH no brakes Til we reach the mountain's peak can't be no sleep No retire no defeat no surrender no retreat ya dig Chorus (Naaman Haynes): One for the money Two for the f**ing show The clock is ticking Baby get that doe Time waits for no man The world don't slow Don't get ready Be ready let's go