For The Love Of Money lyrics

{Verse1}
Grab that glock9 soon as a n*gga hit the door, call up my n*gga ask him does he still got the dope, he said damn right I said ima be there at 4
Don't forget the oz, and bring all them freaky hoes, sipping on that muthafukin drank while I'm smoking dank, mother f*ck what hater thank, b*tch I need that bank
Cause a n*gga gotta survive out here in these hard times, practice comes to f*ckin line and some of you n*ggas bout it
And f*ck that I need that motherf*ckin cash, I'm on my own b*tch and ain't trying to dig no f*ckin trash, n*ggas talk sh*t then we put them on they f*ckin ass
n*ggas stop yo b*tching and get to the f*cking cash, and n*ggas wanna ride till they get shot and that sad but ain't no heart for a n*gga trying to take my cash, let off the clip merk the n*gga and then the n*gga ran seen the police jumping out the motherfukin van
Hopped in my whip with my f*ckin gun still in my hand, now im paranoid cause a n*gga just killed a man, all for the love of the green cash in advance but a n*gga gotta get something that they don't understand damn
(Verse2)
Gotta away with the sh*t cause a n*gga to smooth, but I thought I did till a n*gga seen the damn news, but I can't turn myself in is a damn fool