T.I. - For the money lyrics

Chasin' the money like it got legs I'm tryna come up far from the feds I need a big booty and some bread I need to scrum a head and some eggs Smokin' cigarette inside the foreign Goin' on police chases when it's borin' Ghetto b*tches sell n***as then goin' f*ck with my pimp and she know that I'm on.(for the money) Goin' on, yeah, your hoe whorin' Should be long gone, get you gone In the all chrome, my new whip Goin' real fast, get slowed down For a long time been I been well known Pull a bad broad like pheromone I got things up with this .. I'm on ‘Cause I been tryna rob for a Herringbone. .. I'm on Melrose Got the fetty for it, know I'm ready for it Ridin' drop top, b*tch, I'm headed for it Couch steady for it I'ma shake this, I look great, b*tch Clean your plate, b*tch, fix your face, b*tch Call your girl up, f*ck her world up Baby girl up, things they tell us Sheets they sellin', I'ma sell her. My mama need me and I won't fail her When she need somethin', what you think I'm gon' tell her Even the mid-strap and my Kevlar Know we just set raw, we don't steal cars We don't take s**t, we go ape s**t Get you crossed out like my shoe laces n***a, learned the basics ‘fore you try to step up I'll die before I let you disrespect her, yessir Quarter mill in the Tesla, gas her up Had a whip should out of pressure, yessir The chopper come with me wherever I go And the pot big s**t, hand on the Bible Hand on rifle, make me pipe up You new n***as ain't s**t like us Ain't that none of the s**t you write up They ought to disqualify your cypher My best friends are real deal lifers Who ran these streets and earned these stripes, bruh I earned my right to kick this s**t, man Man, I done dodged these bullets and did this s**t I been in and out of prison since 'bout 15 Ain't nothin' soft about this king And ain't nothin' weak about this clip And we'll see if you really about this s**t We spendin' old dope money with a brand new stick Got the blueprint and the man*script The need to cross that line, the man you handle Whatever you do, do not do that. Big ol' bag, big ol' a*s Big ol' knife, big ol' rock We don't talk, diddy bop Can't stop, won't stop Stir the hood, move the block Shake the cars, don't panic Came to win, it's not a trend I'm all in I replace the s**t, Harlem Shake the s**t Put it back together, I remake this s**t We can make this s**t, no more basic s**t Police hate this s**t, start that racin' s**t Come and case the b*tch, come back, take some s**t You no safe house and not that savin' s**t On that Hen', I don't chase to face s**t Draw these guidelines and you just trace that s**t I got pool dog and not your casin' s**t Put my game down and she embrace that s**t Money, set, d**, found first Beamer, Benz, and Bentley, not a verb b*tch, you wanna see me, bring your purse Make it worth a mil and get to work Hustle Gang with you, yes for sure Pistol on you with you, yes for sure Never been a s**er, that's for sure Die for what I rhyme for, for sure. You got me sadly mistaken, you got me f*cked up Wanna form a line waitin' for me to pick my tucks up With a new bow time, hand on mine Did it, fly off the handle, I Been major ever since was independent n***a better recognize the pistol send it Started in the trap and did transcend it Again and again and again I did it n***a, always got the s**t to certify If I did get it, feel the whereabouts What they ought to do, do a article Wanna diss n***as in your interview Goin' back and forth what I finna do ‘Cause my attitude is too centre cool Take your main b*tch, hit her with full dick Put her a*s to sleep like Benadryl Lord time, wake her a*s up Hit her bathroom, take her raw back I'm not fazed 'bout what thots say Don't give no damn 'bout a who*e wrath If a p**no or a pure dab Been to your pad, where's your cab? I'm a revolutionary radical Need p***y just to take me off the war path I see sunny days in my forecast Homie, you don't pay, well it's your a*s You be goin' home with a tore a*s With some bullet holes in your torso n***a, forth live for my bankrolls While I'm kickin' back and drinkin' four door While a n***a kickin' in your door Hold up, wait a minute, there's more dough.(for the money) Ric Flair, got it poppin' like Ric Flair Rich boy, cold, b*tch please b*tch, sneeze We'll bless ya, we're special Yeah, extra, extra, read about it, b*tch You don't like it, see about it, b*tch Never gon' be about it, b*tch Always hate on me about a b*tch Tip found me, I was out here thuggin' n***a tried me, I be out here bustin' 12 iron, man, I might hit flesh Got too many guns to be out here testin' Aw man, I am such a player Tryna find another me is rare Me and your b*tch get your b*tch here Won't be spared, don't get scared We don't love her, we just count her likes Pa** her to the homie, we recycle I am somethin' like a young Michael Tyson, Jordan, Jackson Dope boy, GQ special Real n***a, bad b*tch issue Redbone, centrefold hoe Banks sellin' bricks and goin' gold Ya know ittt.(for the money)