Lyrics For the Money - Preach

I need you to tell us exactly everything that happened that night
"Who was carrying the fucking WEAPON!?"
It's impossible to describe in words what is uhh
"Necessary"
AHHHHHHH
Got stacks of the money
Backpacks full of money
Slang crack for the money
I done told you motherfuckers I'd be back For my money
Or Ima have the whole click "Click-Clack" For the money

No cap for the money
Tote straps for the money
2 macs for the money
You gon' fuck around and get ya ass jacked For the money
Get to drummin' like
For the money

Don't be fucking 'round this side
We ain't ever lettin' shit slide
Caught his ass chuckin' gang signs
Hang time
Got the paramedics tryna save lives

Don't be thinking you can run and hide
Got you duckin' for the trunk when i'm comin' by
No lie, got the choppa thumppin' out the side
Of the ride

DIE MOTHERFUCKER DIE!

When i'm gunnin' wit the burner it's a mass murder
Jerk her out the whip when you tried to dip

"Please don't hurt her!"

I'on give a fuck about scared bitch
All i know is that a witness ain't gon' stare at this
Stare at this
Bitch there it is
Lookin at the flashlight got u layin' in a ditch
Now ya kids staring at ya grave for the shit ya did

"I didn't do anything!"

Mind your motherfuckin' buisness then!

Got Stacks of the money
Backpacks full of money
Slang crack for the money
I done told you motherfuckers I'd be back for my money
Or Ima have the whole click "Click-Clack" for the money

No cap for the money
Tote straps for the money
2 macs for the money
You gon' fuck around and get ya ass jacked For the money
Get to drummin' like
For the money

For the money I can get to bussin' wit it
Come and get it
Don't forget ain't no discussion wit it
Fucking wit it
Leave you leaking wishing you ain't fucking did it
Don't resent it now, you was proud
Put that thuggin in it
Just admit it, you gon drown down 'fore you come up missing
Someone fishing bout to turn around like they water whippin
Not to mention how they get loud when the found you twitching
Start to tripping
Once they found out that ya fucking heart was missing

Nickels into dimes
Five times
Like im 50 cent
Hell bent
Wit the mind set
From the time spent
Being kept
Locked inside a cage lying cement
Try to vent and end up rappin' until my dying breath

Try and test me, it seems, like you just wanna rest
So accept death, I bet, that you did not expect
Me to come correct, I was sent to collect ya fuckin' dept
Disconnect the rest of yo body from 'round ya fuckin' neck
... Listen
For the money I can do some cold shit
20 bands you can get to know this
Drop a couple hundred rounds in his ass
No Swiss
Tongue fuck the barrel of my gun
Slow kiss
Make a hoe out of a gangsta
And now he so bitch
Motherfucka just a wanksta
He never sold shit
Seperate him from his body
Thats what his soul gets, dont trip

Got stacks of the money
Backpacks full of money
Slang crack for the money
I done told you motherfuckers I'd be back For my money
Or Ima have the whole click "Click-Clack" For the money

No cap for the money
Tote straps for the money
2 macs for the money
You gon' fuck around and get ya ass jacked For the money
Get to drummin' like
For the money

For the money
I do all this for the money
Don't die for the money
Man don't talk to me unless it's bout that money
For the money
For the money
Bitch I do this for the money
Cuz ima die for my money