Money (Do It for Me) 2018 Remaster E

Brand new Air Maxes to stunt. Gucci and Louis from my belt to cuff. I change with the times moving up. I still can't find no one to trust. Nicki on TV with Madonna. Sending out a message to you prima donnas. And everybody that thought Nicki was wack, Is eating those words watching Nicki stack. Rolling through the neighborhood feeling grand. This week I smoked about a million grams. Everything's 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 Rubik's Cube. Just keep your eyes open for the evening news. Just ask Dr. Dre, nigga, or just ask Cube. This my life, this one's mine, This one time. I'ma do it for the... No more Indo, Gin and juice. Patron, Cîroc, Ace, And Goose. Kush on a plate, a little yay To boost. Every day LA way is loose. Living like a millionaire, driving 'em crazy. Billionaire mindset, I learnt it from Baby. Gotti is the mind frame, the ride or corrupt. Model bitches off a powder, ratchet as fuck. Got the model bitches itching to get ratchet as Fuck. Classic, passing passes, asking the fuck. Florence and Chrishaw is where I had my epiphany. I had filet mignon nights in Florence, Italy. Walking on chinchilla rugs, villas in Greece. Liquid assets, a hundred tickets at least, my nigga. This my life, this one time, this one I. I'ma do it for the Bentleys, BMWs, Maybachs, Rovers. Don't stand behind me, I may back over your... Classic banging classics, Bach, Beethoven. Rock James Hova, pop, game over. Wizardry in this industry for centuries, ruled by The dears. They confused, I break the industry rules Like fuck. 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 love of music. Music, music to get the money. Do for the love of bitches. And bitches want the money. I'ma do it for me. And that's what we Fight for, the money. Fuck 'em. Money. Music. Bitches. I'ma do it for me. Money. Bitches. Music. Fuck 'em. And there you have it. So down on the block, What will you do to get your money? And does it matter? Money, Music, And bitches. Cycle is vicious. But it's all done for the small piece of Paper that carries weight And hate. The almighty dollar. Money. Music. Bitches.