JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT lyrics

[Intro: Money Man]
Y'all know we do this sh*t for the hell of it, man, that lil' sh*t ain't nothin', man
Go get the APs just for the hell of it, go get the Rolls just for the hell of it
Yeah
(Zaytoven)
(Trauma Tone)

[Chorus: Money Man]
I'ma turn up on n*ggas just for the hell of it
Go splurge in Louis just for the hell of it
Go two hundred in this whip for the hell of it
f*ckin' on bad b*tches just for the hell of it
You need twenty bags, dare a n*gga say that
I told my n*ggas crash, they told me, "Bet, say that"
Bouncin' in the truck, the model a Maybach
My opps been hidin' when I see 'em, it's payback
Threw a ten at Stroker just for the hell of it
Threw a ten at Pino's just for the hell of it
FaceTime-ing, we don't do the text messages
Keep a blower, boy, that sh*t a necessity
Only want the flame, my weed tastin' tropical
Beige Prada shirt, my drip is phenomenal
Gave her extra, that was just for the hell of it
Took her shoppin', that was just for the hell of it

[Verse: Money Man]
Surf street, n*gga, stick it to the code
Had a real hard came up on a rocky road
Real ape n*gga in my habitat, made the Glock rat-a-tat
Took a trip to the West Coast and brought grass back
Never keep work where your stash at
Never tell the dirty-ass ho where your bag at
Never tell the hatin'-ass n*gga where you live at
When I catch so-and-so, I'ma get some get back
Oh, no, exclusive Louis fit, where you get that
That ho you stressin' 'bout, boy, I already hit that
That car you stressin' 'bout, boy, I already drove that
f*ck a rap, n*gga, we gon' show up where his shows at
They be talkin' nine-seven, where the f*ck the shows at?
Take a b*tch, n*gga, five years, let me hold that
Blind servin' money, I can give a n*gga mowed down
Independent with it, I ain't never need Motown
Every time you see me, boy, them killers in the background
My girl kissed my forehead and told me, 'Bae, calm down'
I'ma give 'em samples if they want 'em, they can sit down
I'ma make examples, I'ma come and lay the law down
Real dark, n*gga, I should probably eat raw meat
Ridin' with the smackers and I'm sittin' in the back seat
Twenty-five plugs, I got income streams
I was sellin' bags 'fore I ever had streams
Let's go
[Chorus: Money Man]
I'ma turn up on n*ggas just for the hell of it
Go splurge in Louis just for the hell of it
Go two hundred in this whip for the hell of it
f*ckin' on bad b*tches just for the hell of it
You need twenty bags, dare a n*gga say that
I told my n*ggas crash, they told me, "Bet, say that"
Bouncin' in the truck, the model a Maybach
My opps been hidin' when I see 'em, it's payback
Threw a ten at Stroker just for the hell of it
Threw a ten at Pino's just for the hell of it
FaceTime-ing, we don't do the text messages
Keep a blower, boy, that sh*t a necessity
Only want the flame, my weed tastin' tropical
Beige Prada shirt, my drip is phenomenal
Gave her extra, that was just for the hell of it
Took her shoppin', that was just for the hell of it