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DJ Quik
Sometimes I just don't even understand
why people like this dirty talkin s**t, youknowhatI'msayin?
But since they do and people buyin this s**t;
I'ma kick it like this
You see a pimpin as* nigg* like me is wanted dead or alive
because I jack these hooker hoes for they ten's and they five's
and twenty's then I leave em branded, cause I'm the love bandit
I'm not tryin to be mean I want your green or you'll be stranded
cause you know it don't pay to play for free yo
So you s**t out of luck, I need a buck to fk
you duck, hoe, b*tch, tramp
And I don't take no food stamps
This is a reminder - I'm lettin you know that if I get behind ya
you're gonna have to kick up - or eat a d*ck up til you hiccup
I treat yo' as* as if this was a stick up
Cause you ain't nothin but a pick-up
Trick hell yeah I'm offensive
A spin around the bend can be expensive
and the effects'll be, they can be extensive
So if I gotta fkin take a chance, I want my grip in advance
because it's Only Fo' Tha Money
Chorus: repeat 4X
Dolla bill y'all, dolla bill y'all
Dolla dolla dolla dolla dolla bill y'all
2nd II None #1
Now that I fked, I want my motherfkin cut
Oh yeah, I'm a hoe, what you think I gave you the d*ck fo'?
See I can play the b*tch, but see I ain't the b*tch
You better checkin her in, and better do it quick
See the devil made me do it, cause devil is you
cause I done seen all the s**t you took through
But not me wench, you cute saditty skanch
Think I'ma be the trick nigg*, well b*tch I ain't
Cause I'm the type of nigg* that can get your c*ck
without payin you, but straight be playin you
b*tch - I thought you knew better than that
See it only fks you up, when your weak game lacks
Manipulatin moves like I do (like I do)
See it just goes to show you hoe you can't play a true
See I can leave your broke-ass fast with your c*ck all runny
(beeeitch) cause it's Only Fo' Tha Money
Chorus
2nd II None #2
Now that you know me, I'm only out to leave you broke and lonely
I find a stupid hoe and talk her as* to matrimony
Now I can be cool until we hitched
but I'ma switch up on my role and play the motherfkin b*tch
Waitin for the mailman to come around
Oh youse a low-down nigg* - naw man, I'm just a money hound
I play the roll well, check out my limp
Yeahh, I'm the County Check pimp (aww that's you baby)
Slangin my hand inside your purse
Girl you better keep cool cause the s**t can get worse, d*mn
Yo' check is short, I ain't gon' sweat, huh
I take the kids lunch money, yeah - bet
and borrow ends from yo' family and grin
I just gotta keep my bankroll comin in
and then I kick back and laugh cause it's funny
Ha ha - I only did it Fo' Tha Money
Chorus
