Money Man – Die For You lyrics

[Chorus: Money Man]
Girl I'ma ride for you, girl I'ma die for you
Get to the M’s the only thing I’m tryna do
He run up on me that chopper say hi to you
Ain’t got no time for love so I gotta say bye to you
They just be trickin' but she don’t respect it
She know I keep fire so she know she protected
These nigga’s gang be so full of them rats and them snakes so they circle infected- Hold on
Chopping business wit the plug nigga
Tryna get a ticket and make it flood nigga
She a real fan, she want a hug nigga
I had the [?] tastin' bud nigga
Stuffing loud inside a Glad bag like we stuffing turkey
Nigga’s tried to merk me, had some nigga’s desert me
I ain’t need em anyway
Had some bitches doubt me, I ain’t need em anyway

[Verse 1: Money Man]
Riding dirty while I’m on the interstate
I need money now, I can’t even wait
Come here baby girl, lemme use your face
Gimme 6 Hours, I'ma drop a tape
These nigga’s fucking fake, she love the fucking bass
She love the strength it give her, she love how it taste
I’m a rapper wit weight, done went through 9 states
These nigga’s gotta pay, fuck what haters say
Lyrics solid I just soak up all the knowledge
I ain’t go to college, diamonds Farrah Fawcett
Niggas know I got it, bitches know I got it
3 holes in my body, I’m a fucking socket
Nigga’s straddle the fence, pick a fucking side
Forgi’s on the ride, if you try you die
Say you wanted mine, it’s eye for an eye
Tell your Mom about it, they hating on the sly
I ain’t been to sleep in ‘bout a week cause I been in the studio recording shit
He ain’t been to sleep in ‘bout a week cause he been talking to the feds recording shit
Counting cash inside the foyer in the crib
Thinking back on all the real shit I did
Never asked for nothing, all I did was give
Sorry baby, I can’t change the way I live


[Chorus: Money Man]
Girl I'ma ride for you, girl I'ma die for you
Get to the M’s the only thing I’m tryna do
He run up on me that chopper say hi to you
Ain’t got no time for love so I gotta say bye to you
They just be trickin' but she don’t respect it
She know I keep fire so she know she protected
These nigga’s gang be so full of them rats and them snakes so they circle infected- Hold on
Chopping business wit the plug nigga
Tryna get a ticket and make it flood nigga
She a real fan, she want a hug nigga
I had the ? tastin bud nigga
Stuffing loud inside a Glad bag like we stuffing turkey
Nigga’s tried to merk me, had some nigga’s desert me
I ain’t need em anyway
Had some bitches doubt me, I ain’t need em anyway

[Verse 2:BC JRoc]
I cannot fuck with no scrub
I'm here to say no I ain't showing no love
My bro got the plug
Swap out my 100's for dubs
No I don't sell no weed in the club
Shouts out to money for turnin' me up
Cause I was so broke I was stuck
Now we do shows for the dub
The game so silent ain't no breakin' up, my nigga it's love
We used to sleep on the floor
It's hard to fall off when you getting it fo show
When I was down bad there was nowhere to go
I keep on my shoes case dem folks hit the door
She said she down for whatever I'm plotting
Trying to finesse her, I'm in the lab like I'm dexter
She hit my line but I never attest her
Cause shawty she extra, but me I'm getting better and better
I don't fuck with rats but I need me some cheddar
That stick on the back if you run I'ma catch ya
Bust down a set with a team if it's extra
You know I'ma boss and she do what i let her
So many rats think the house hot
You beef with me bro get your house shot
You niggas just talk what you not bout', then we outside


[Chorus: Money Man]
Girl I'ma ride for you, girl I'ma die for you
Get to the M’s the only thing I’m tryna do
He run up on me that chopper say hi to you
Ain’t got no time for love so I gotta say bye to you
They just be trickin' but she don’t respect it
She know I keep fire so she know she protected
These nigga’s gang be so full of them rats and them snakes so they circle infected- Hold on
Chopping business wit the plug nigga
Tryna get a ticket and make it flood nigga
She a real fan, she want a hug nigga
I had the ? tastin bud nigga
Stuffing loud inside a Glad bag like we stuffing turkey
Nigga’s tried to merk me, had some nigga’s desert me
I ain’t need em anyway
Had some bitches doubt me, I ain’t need em anyway