Chris Travis – For The Love Of Money lyrics

{Verse1}
Grab that glock9 soon as a nigga hit the door, call up my nigga ask him does he still got the dope, he said damn right I said ima be there at 4
Don't forget the oz, and bring all them freaky hoes, sipping on that muthafukin drank while I'm smoking dank, mother fuck what hater thank, bitch I need that bank
Cause a nigga gotta survive out here in these hard times, practice comes to fuckin line and some of you niggas bout it
And fuck that I need that motherfuckin cash, I'm on my own bitch and ain't trying to dig no fuckin trash, niggas talk shit then we put them on they fuckin ass
Niggas stop yo bitching and get to the fucking cash, and niggas wanna ride till they get shot and that sad but ain't no heart for a nigga trying to take my cash, let off the clip merk the nigga and then the nigga ran seen the police jumping out the motherfukin van
Hopped in my whip with my fuckin gun still in my hand, now im paranoid cause a nigga just killed a man, all for the love of the green cash in advance but a nigga gotta get something that they don't understand damn
(Verse2)
Gotta away with the shit cause a nigga to smooth, but I thought I did till a nigga seen the damn news, but I can't turn myself in is a damn fool