DO FOR MONEY

[Intro]
Shit bro
Like I said bro
Shit bro, I need to
I need to get this money you feel me?
I don’t care, I don’t care if I gotta fucking rob somebody
I don’t care if I gotta rob the bank, nigga
I don’t care if I gotta sell dick, you feel me?
I told that nigga, aye
Let’s go get some money
Let’s go get some money
He laughin’ at me, you feel me?

[Verse 1: Blacc Hustler]
Woah
Too many people been throwin’ shade
Always with the positive energy
I don’t relate to hate
I be chasin’ money, nigga
Fuck what my neighbour say
I’m with my homie
Andrw, in the hood we gotta make a change, nigga
Why you sleepin’ on mе? Please can you be awakе?
It’s a marathon, I’m ‘bout to finish up the race
Faking jealousy it doesn’t vy in my lane
Money drives me crazy like I’m losing up on all my breaks

[Verse 2: ANDRWMAARS]
Look what I do for money
Came up I’m a fool for money
Young homie get robbed for money
I smoke green but fuck green money
All I want is blue money
In the hood with my dudes
They ain’t paying credit, they ain’t paying homage
Ah, I put all the hate right behind me
Aye
Told my youngins go and work for money
Make money, get it, keep it
And I used to spend it now I stack it
I’m a renaissance man, came with a plan
Now I’m in a plane
Look at my wrist, got a Plain Jane
Gold Tempo, Silver SKONE
I ain’t taking no rest
Cause I want the money

[Verse 2: Blacc Hustler]
What do I do for money?
Spend more never lose something
Aye
What do you do for money?
Buy pussy I know you love it
Aye
What do we do for money?
Buy a case let’s celebrate (yeah)
And smoking J’s and meditate
I pray that my niggas go and get money

[Verse 2: ANDRWMAARS]
I got homies in these streets (yeah)
I got homies packing heat (yeah)
I got homies in the pen
I don’t write a verse with a pen
Don’t test me, no exams
Andrwmaars you’re my Idol
What I say on these tracks is influence
Andrwmaars a role model
Aye
I don’t seek no approval
I got homies that’s involved, free my brody and the Forbes
I’m an Artist, an Impressionist
Painting vivid pictures and they mimic me
Now were stacked up in 4 room
I don’t shoot guns cause I got goons
I don’t drive cars I’m a pilot
Keep a Glock nine or a 45
Cause I’m bout mine and I die for mine
Baars
Maars

[Outro]
I told that nigga, aye
Let’s go get some money
Let’s go get some money
He laughin’ at me, you feel me?