Money

歌詞

For the love of what... Uh huh, Untertainment Charli's Angels H-Class, little it Uhh uhh Verse One: Charli Baltimore I don't know if it's the pretty face or the expensive taste That got everybody wantin' to touch me like Case Feels So Good like Mase, to pull over Anywhere I want, diplomats on the Rover The way I put it on a nigga sober I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like Johovas Ya'll already know that Charli's in charge Weekly massage, platinum and gold cars Money stashed from NY to Witchitaw And I stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are Aggy, cause they baby daddy wanna bag me That's why I never leave home without the chrome maggy Ya'll hoes can't do nothin' to me I got this game wrapped like a dubee Pinned up in what? Charli rappin' about, I really got And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot uh Chorus For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (really need it, yeah) Verse Two: Charli Baltimore Yo yo, femminine honey Rich niggas be swimmin' in money I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a dime Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine Lady Rolex for the time, the class is "S" Wear the ice on the bra of my chest When the money ain't right I go far to the left Niggas wanna play games then Charli the ref Wanna Long Kiss Goodnight, don't hold ya breath Niggas know I'm the shit with my MAC lipstick Crushin' the player haters with a purple navigator Shoes alligator, my bag is too If I was broke like you, I would be mad like you But you can come work for Charli, a boss with a body Ask anybody, I could take over Gotti Cool by the pool while you diss another hottie Pissy broke bitch that'll stay actin' snotty Chorus For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (really need it, yeah) Verse Three: Charli Baltimore Uh huh, yo when you look you see the slim waist leavin' no trace Cause nigga's who know Charli will be in the breifcase Yeah Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right For the cash, hop out the window and shoot through the ice Ain't no love here, just the black gloves here Check it, and I don't get involved with nothing i can't leave in 30 seconds But my kids, they think mommy a teacher They don't know, for the love of this I make the whole world tre' blow Then go, get 'em ready for school like nothing happen Here's a apple for the teacher, tell 'em mommy said "Hi" Bet he won't fail you no more, one more "F" and he die Even with my nails done, I can take guns apart son So when they come lookin' for this reporter broke Un Dealt with birds, but I had to move on But for memories I tattooed the little Peacock on my arm Ask Un how the ones be when he advance me dough So I put out mines and tell dawg keep yours yo For real... Chorus For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (really need it, yeah) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) For the love of money (really need it, yeah)