Rick Ross - For The Money (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Rick Ross - For The Money (en) Lyrics
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Some big boys in here
Big boy moves only, big
boy talk only, nigga
Came for the money
Only came for the money
I only came for the money
Only move for the money
Everybody wants beef,
niggas want smoke
Hoes gettin' high, niggas on dope
Everybody got rich, then
they went broke
Hoes wanna shop, then they wanna pose
But I came for the money (But
I came for the money)
Only came for the money (Only
came for the money)
A nigga came for the money (A
nigga came for the money)
Big boss want money (Big
boss want money)
Any nigga wanna leap,
pussy nigga, jump
Take and run a mill, payoff in a lump
Winnin' is a thrill, all a nigga want
Leave it in the streets,
find it in the trunk
Young niggas want money (Young
niggas want money)
Young niggas gettin' money (Young
niggas gettin' money)
A nigga did it for the team,
got it off the muscle
Straight triple beam, time
to touch the numbers
I'ma put it on the screen,
pussy nigga, fuck you
New Cuban links, boy still a sucka
Champagne toast, Belaire buckets
A bad lil' bitch, bend
it over, bust it
I got another bitch,
she a thick Russian
Ready for the dick, always rushin'
One time for my clique,
always hustlin'
Runnin' through a bitch like
a brick in customs
Skyline blue like a Rolex face
Ridin' through the city on
the Rolls-Royce skates
Money I'ma make, money on the table
Fuck her from the back, said
the dick feel fatal
Feds comin' at me, can
I plead my case?
Hoes mad at me for the cheese I make
Everybody want beef, niggas want smoke
Hoes wanna shop, then they wanna post
Everybody want beef,
I just want a boat
I just bought a yacht,
free all my Zoes
Organized mind, organized crime
I'ma make it flip four or five times
She too live, money on time
Chanel in the air, confetti in the sky
Money on dial, buddy on trial
Body number ten, livin' so foul
Order my lobster, what
am I, a mobster?
Got a whole safe full of Rolex watches
Don't even rock 'em, Cartier watchin'
Got the whole club full
of bad bitch options
Stuffin' my pockets, I'm
stuffin' my pockets
Still stuffin' my pocket
What you call profit?
I'm what you call profit
Big yacht in the tropics
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