a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

do for money - andrwmaars lyrics

[intro]
sh*t bro
like i said bro
sh*t bro, i need to
i need to get this money you feel me?
i don’t care, i don’t care if i gotta f*cking rob somebody
i don’t care if i gotta rob the bank, n*gga
i don’t care if i gotta sell d*ck, you feel me?
i told that n*gga, aye
let’s go get some money
let’s go get some money
he laughin’ at me, you feel me?

[verse 1: blacc hustler]
woah
too many people been throwin’ shade
always with the positive energy
i don’t relate to hate
i be chasin’ money, n*gga
f*ck what my neighbour say
i’m with my homie
andrw, in the hood we gotta make a change, n*gga
why you sleepin’ on mе? please can you be awakе?
it’s a marathon, i’m ‘bout to finish up the race
faking jealousy it doesn’t vy in my lane
money drives me crazy like i’m losing up on all my breaks
[verse 2: andrwmaars]
look what i do for money
came up i’m a fool for money
young homie get robbed for money
i smoke green but f*ck green money
all i want is blue money
in the hood with my dudes
they ain’t paying credit, they ain’t paying homage
ah, i put all the hate right behind me
aye
told my youngins go and work for money
make money, get it, keep it
and i used to spend it now i stack it
i’m a renaissance man, came with a plan
now i’m in a plane
look at my wrist, got a plain jane
gold tempo, silver skone
i ain’t taking no rest
cause i want the money

[verse 2: blacc hustler]
what do i do for money?
spend more never lose something
aye
what do you do for money?
buy p*ssy i know you love it
aye
what do we do for money?
buy a case let’s celebrate (yeah)
and smoking j’s and meditate
i pray that my n*ggas go and get money
[verse 2: andrwmaars]
i got homies in these streets (yeah)
i got homies packing heat (yeah)
i got homies in the pen
i don’t write a verse with a pen
don’t test me, no exams
andrwmaars you’re my idol
what i say on these tracks is influence
andrwmaars a role model
aye
i don’t seek no approval
i got homies that’s involved, free my brody and the forbes
i’m an artist, an impressionist
painting vivid pictures and they mimic me
now were stacked up in 4 room
i don’t shoot guns cause i got goons
i don’t drive cars i’m a pilot
keep a glock nine or a 45
cause i’m bout mine and i die for mine
baars
maars

[outro]
i told that n*gga, aye
let’s go get some money
let’s go get some money
he laughin’ at me, you feel me?

- andrwmaars lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular