Lyrics Gas Money (feat. Big GnP) - Art Morera

Since '04 I don't trust hoes
Just go for the gusto
Like a gopher there have been plenty times I had to get myself out of a hole
Oh fuck, gotta get off this sofa and stop being a loafer
I need some bread, let alone a loaf for some loafers
That I keep on a boat, spend a week in the ocean
I swear being broke is no fun
When I smile you see some gold fronts
And I'm never gonna need a GoFund me
Those that do I might throw them some
Swear there's nothing you can't overcome
Love making songs and posting them
Might build a lil momentum
Give me a moment to um, you know
Get my thoughts together, Art Morera from the 305
On the beats and rhymes
Got my hands and feet and peace of mind
Holler at me if you need some lines
I don't mean that white I mean the way I black out on a beat every night
Shit, I don't even write for the, for the, for the

For the love of the money
Fast money becomes gas money
Fast money becomes gas money
Fast money becomes gas money

You get to say you really don't play
None of our shit But all of it hit
You be trippin You don't listen
We on a wave while you fishing
Miami dade musician
Get ya awake pay attention
Get you a little up in ya In this game you fall and continue, man
So I don't go hate I don't debate
I was just made to get it
So what is the play, there's money to make
Dawg, who's wit it
The higher the stake The higher I bake
Dawg I'm chillin cuz I stressing none of that
I'm having fun wit rap
I'mma just groove hop in the stu'
Drop me a few bangers and shit
Get revenue deposit a check
I got a clear view I plot out the steps
They watching the wolvez they gotta respect
Drop jewels when the words connect
Ya number two but you not the shit
We gon just do what we do in this bitch
Not just for... for the for the love of money

For the love of the money
Fast money becomes gas money
Gotta make that money mane, that money mane
Fast money becomes gas money
Gotta make that money mane, that money mane
Fast money becomes gas money

Sign my signature on the big picture
Chase paper homie, get richer
Ain't no issue, I'll sit with ya
Prolly catching up on some literature
Had to better myself, I did switch up
If I stayed the same life finna hit me with the finisher
AM is the initials
They say I am as official as a referee with a whistle
Hip hop to the hueso
Rapiando, que es eso
Stay cool when they question you
Especially when it make revenue
Hand full of weed residue cuz I be smoking like Devin the dude
And on my life when I wrote this rhyme I looked at the time and it said 11:02
Glory to God when the credit is due though I hope that I don't see heaven so soon
Finding my way in this hell I go through
I'm wavy like how I say hello to you
With a mic I'm Clark in a telephone booth with a yellow gold tooth
That you can prolly see from Mars where it's hella dope too
Can you tell I don't do this for the love of the money

For the love of the money
Fast money becomes gas money
Gotta make that money mane, that money mane
Fast money becomes gas money
Gotta make that money mane, that money mane
Fast money becomes gas money
Gotta make that money mane, that money mane