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• Artiste: Royce Da 5'9''
• Titre: One For The Money
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Featuring Skillz & Diamond D Mike check, 1-2, 1-2 Yea yea It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’ Three for that dry, to get it you gotta dive in it Really, I guess that it’s just in my spirit Nigga I will walk or fly, I try to get it I am a representation of triumph, I don’t lose Therefore, I guess it’s just a waste of time I’m the check man, I do this shit strictly for the money Every day to love, went away with X clan The love kept me on the underground (beat you first) Deeper and deeper so I had to resurface Get the bank and keep workin’ Demonstrate a lesson to ‘em every album I could teach you perfect I ain’t a cheap person But if you want the underground and you ain’t hungry, you at least thirsty The streets is where it’s at my nigga Like an outcast, you scared of track my nigga It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’ Three for that dry, to get it.. Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it Nigga I will walk or fly, I try to get it It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’ Three for that dry, to get it.. Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it And y’all will not eat til you get finished Yo the kid got game, the kid get props Kid spittin’ flames, the kid don’t stop The kid been grindin’ and he getting that guap I was visiting the bottom, now I’m hittin’ to the top Doin’ what we do, that’s what we get the props for This for my dudes, livin’ like rockstars 1-2-3, 3-2-1 Yea the haters’ over there but I keep ignorin’ ‘em I’m in the pit every day, just like a stock broker No, I ain’t forcin’, I am livin’ how I’m s’pposed to Y’all, y’all get straight flush like poker Never thought it’d be Skillz on yo baby momma poster I told ya, doubters get knocked off You ain’t believed me but now it’s ‘bout to pop off That’s how we do it and we stack the stacks This your boy Skillz, homie million dollar backpack It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’ Three for that dry, to get it.. Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it Nigga I will walk or fly, I try to get it It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’ Three for that dry, to get it.. Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it And y’all will not eat til you get finished Too many clouds sweepin’ hard, nuttin’ huntin’ Changing fast cars and dreams, nuttin’ huntin’ You know in life ain’t nothing funny However them laughing dummie, there were 2 of them it’s nothing money I’m surrounded by investors with wooden chesters Super X black shadows, chin testers I don’t run it with chesters So if I gave you a pass know it was just a slim gesture Too many niggas swallowin’ Too many niggas runnin’ around with no business, I recall again You in the bass bizz wallowin’ I’m in the GL5 and a half with the bright halogens Gucci mocasins, beneton sweater KOK, there’s never been a don better Southern boom fin pause, I’m a redder I fuck like you’da be get ‘er It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’ Three for that dry, to get it.. Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it Nigga I will walk or fly, I try to get it It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’ Three for that dry, to get it.. Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it And y’all will not eat til you get finished Come on 1, 2, 3