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for the love of $ - chris travis lyrics

[verse]
grab the glock 9 soon as a n*gga hit the dope
call up my n*gga ask him “do we still got that dope?”
he said “d*mn right”, i said “i’m gone be there in four”
don’t forget the oe and bring all the freaky hoes
sipping on that motherf*cking drank, while i’m smoking dank
motherf*ck, what a hater thank, b*tch i need that bank
’cause a n*gga gotta survive out here in these hard times
crackers cross the f*cking line and some of you, n*ggas [?]
f*ck that, i need that motherf*cking cash, i’m on my own
b*tch and i ain’t tryna dump no f*cking trash
n*ggas talk sh*t, then we put ’em on they f*cking ass
n*gga stop your b*tching and get, to the f*cking cash
n*ggas wanna rob ’till they get shot, and that’s sad
but, ain’t no heart for a n*gga tryna take my cash
let off the clip, merk a n*gga then a n*gga ran
seen the police, jumping out the motherf*cking van
hopped in the whip, with my f*cking gun still in my hand
now i’m paranoid ’cause a n*gga just k!lled a man
all for that love of the green cash, and, that bands
but a n*gga gotta get it, something they don’t understand
d*mn

[chorus]
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money

[verse 2]
got away with this sh*t ’cause a n*gga too smooth
but i thought i did ’till a n*gga seen the d*mn news
but i can’t, turn myself in, or i’m a d*mn fool
smoking on this reefer ion know, what the f*ck to do
call my b*tch up and said “let me come, chill wit’ you”
she said “ok, just bring a couple rubbers boo”
but a n*gga hot, and i know the feds watching too
gotta hide my face, from them d*mn undercovers fool
but i’m like f*ck it ’cause you know a n*gga tryna bone
made it in time before the f*ckboys tap my phone
knocked on the door, ’cause she didn’t answer the f*cking phone
went to the side and seen, that the b*tch was gone
still got my cash, when i headed back, to the front
then i see these crackers with they hand on their f*cking gun
now i can’t do sh*t a n*gga can’t, f*cking run
told me to get up on the ground, then they took my funds

[chorus]
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money

[outro]
for the love of money, a n*gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n*gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n*gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n*gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n*gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n*gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n*gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n*gga gotta get it
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f*cking with my money

- chris travis lyrics

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