1 For The Money lyrics

[Hook: Pounds]x2
1 for the money
2 for the bass
3 for them boys with the (whoo) on they waist
1 for the money, 1, 1 for the money
2 for the, 2, 2 for the bass

[Verse 1: Pounds]
Look
P the commissioner
Best since Christopher
Put it on your head like conditioner
You should hit the minister
I'm-a put the ?
Get sick of a b*tch
Twister her
Like 26 kick flips to the face
Grand finale sh*t, 100 quick clips with a chase
I'm the reason for cheese, please be the cash cow
?
Higher than some 3 dollar seats in the bleachers
I'm a beast so I sleep with the creatures
Rap about them highs and the blow, I don't care man
I put you in the sky for the low, like air train
Hop up in the booth and go Anthony Hopkins
I don't give a sh*t with your family watchin'
It's all hip-hop, the blood trickle
Oh my ?
[Hook]x2

[Verse 2: Jarren Benton]
Allergic to fake sh*t
D's on the spaceship
God's favorite son, yet I'm caught up in the Matrix
Dr. Benton here to give the game a face lift
I'm off of the chain like I escaped from a slave ship
I...don't...like
99.9 percent of y'all faggots on the mic
f*ck what you heard
If you ain't the Neptune then more than likely I ain't f*cking with you nerds
I'm gone off the syrup
And I am not referrin' to Aunt Jemima nor Mrs. Butterworth
I got a white b*tch I call Lindsay Nohan
Cause when she sucks di*k the b*tch uses no hands
Oh man!
What a feelin'
I'm high as an alien and dancing on the ceilin'
I'm gonna make a billion...
Dollars, so when I'm in the dirt I can have something to leave to my children
Cowabunga dude
Whores, they adore me, but b*tch you only love me because of my cool
"What you up to?"
No good
I'm straight from Decatur but I'm not so hood
I'm more-so psycho
More like Michael...
Myers, Jarren Benton b*tch, I'm on fire
Sucka ass n*ggas, she call me sire
And I won't stop rocking until I retire