Money (Do It for Me) - Kurupt, Kurupt feat. RBX

Brand new airmax is the start, Gucci and Louie from my belt to clothes

I change with the times moving up

I still can’t find no one to trust

Nicky on tv with madona, sending out a message to you premadonas

And everybody that thought Nicki was whack, is eating those words watching

Nicki stack

Roaming through the neighborhood feeling grand

This week I smoked about a million grams

Everything is new, life is too, I just bought a new house, what about you?

Just got a new whip, what about you

Just took a new trip to Istanbul

I solve equations difficult as Rubic’s cube

Just keep your eyes open for the evening news

This ain’t dr.

dre nigga, just X cube

This my life, this one’s mine

This one time, I’ma do it for the

No more indo gin and juice, patron ciroc ace and goose

Kush on the plate a little yay to boose

Everyday L.A. ways loose, living like a millionaire driving them crazy

Billionaire mind set, I learned it brom baby

Gotta use the mind, frame the rider …

Model bitches have the powder ratchet as fuck

Got the model bitches itching to get ratchet as fuck

Classic, passing passes, asking to fuck

Flowing … when I have my epiphany, a half full …

Walking on chinchilla rugs, villa in Greece

Mic with assets, 100 tickets at least, my nigga

This my life, this one’s mine

This one time, I’ma do it for the Bentleys, bmw’s, maybachs, rovers

Don’t stand behind I may back over you

Classic banger, classic Bach, Beethoven

Rock James Hover, pac, game over

Wizardry in this industry, my century hold by the days that confuse

I break the industry rules like fuck it

This my time, for my life

This one I do it for the love of money

Money, a small piece of paper

Do it for the love of music

Music, music to get the money

Do it for the love of bitches

And bitches want the money

I’ma do it for me

And that’s what we’re fighting for, the money

Fuck money!

Oh, music!

Bitches

I’ma do it for me, baby, baby, yeah, yeah

Money, oh, bitches, music

Fuck baby, baby, yeah

And there you have it, so down on the block

What would you do to get your money

And does it matter, money, music and bitches

Cycle is vicious, hahahaha, a hahahaha

But it’s all done for the small piece of paper

That… wait, and hate, as an almighty dollar, money

Fuck money!

Oh, music!

Bitches

Baby, baby, yeah, yeah