Luv For The Money

(Intro: Fudge)
Bitch I luv the money
Cause it loves me back
It hollas out my name
When i be in the trap
You know i whip that work (work)
So I can make it stack
Tryna take it from me
Boy you better watch your back

(Verse 1: Yamine)
I was posted outside at the gas station
Marathon, collecting payments
Fuck BP, no Speedway
It’s all shells, yes gunplay
That white girl sell around 2:50
It’s night time so I got plenty
I got the strap if you niggas play
On the pavement is where you lay
Brains blown out if you don’t pay
I don’t bluff, hear what I say
I got more work than the pharmacy
If you try to rob, I got armery
Ak-47 with the scope sight
Green Dot, time to turn on thе lights
Fuck fighting, let the Nina spray
I love my monеy like Jeezy say
What you do (what you do)
Make that bread (make that bread)
Cuff a hoe (cuff a hoe)
Get some head (get some head)
I don’t know (I don’t know)
What you been fed (you been fed)
Here we go (here we go)
It’s not the end (no way)

(Chorus: Fudge)
Bitch I luv the money
Cause it loves me back
It hollas out my name
When i be in the trap
You know i whip that work
Gotta make it stack
Fucking with my money
Boy you better watch your back

(Verse 2: Yamine)
Money on my mind, I’m stacking millions in my dreams
All this ice that’s on my teeth, all the homies say I’m bling
Sauce drippin on my jeans, which reminds me of my teens
Went from Nessa to Celine, all my bitches had the green
I-I-I-I’m a young nigga, hustlin hard
Stacking bread, working at a farm
These streets get dirty like a fat hog
Only option is the gang or to play ball
I get buckets no Kwame Brown
I collect the debts from any threat, I swear to God you niggas clowns
Man all my opps they in the ground
Yeah yeah yeah yeah I luv that money

(Chorus: Fudge)
Bitch I luv the money
Cause it loves me back
It hollas out my name
When i be in the trap
You know i whip that work
Gotta make it stack
Fucking with my money
Boy you better watch your back