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chris travis – for the love of $ lyrics

[verse]
grab the glock 9 soon as a n+gga hit the dope
call up my n+gga ask him “do we still got that dope?”
he said “d+mn right”, i said “i’m gone be there in four”
don’t forget the oe and bring all the freaky hoes
sipping on that motherf+cking drank, while i’m smoking dank
motherf+ck, what a hater thank, b+tch i need that bank
’cause a n+gga gotta survive out here in these hard times
crackers cross the f+cking line and some of you, n+ggas [?]
f+ck that, i need that motherf+cking cash, i’m on my own
b+tch and i ain’t tryna dump no f+cking trash
n+ggas talk sh+t, then we put ’em on they f+cking ass
n+gga stop your b+tching and get, to the f+cking cash
n+ggas wanna rob ’till they get shot, and that’s sad
but, ain’t no heart for a n+gga tryna take my cash
let off the clip, merk a n+gga then a n+gga ran
seen the police, jumping out the motherf+cking van
hopped in the whip, with my f+cking gun still in my hand
now i’m paranoid ’cause a n+gga just k!lled a man
all for that love of the green cash, and, that bands
but a n+gga gotta get it, something they don’t understand
d+mn

[chorus]
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money

[verse 2]
got away with this sh+t ’cause a n+gga too smooth
but i thought i did ’till a n+gga seen the d+mn news
but i can’t, turn myself in, or i’m a d+mn fool
smoking on this reefer ion know, what the f+ck to do
call my b+tch up and said “let me come, chill wit’ you”
she said “ok, just bring a couple rubbers boo”
but a n+gga hot, and i know the feds watching too
gotta hide my face, from them d+mn undercovers fool
but i’m like f+ck it ’cause you know a n+gga tryna bone
made it in time before the f+ckboys tap my phone
knocked on the door, ’cause she didn’t answer the f+cking phone
went to the side and seen, that the b+tch was gone
still got my cash, when i headed back, to the front
then i see these crackers with they hand on their f+cking gun
now i can’t do sh+t a n+gga can’t, f+cking run
told me to get up on the ground, then they took my funds

[chorus]
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money

[outro]
for the love of money, a n+gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n+gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n+gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n+gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n+gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n+gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n+gga gotta get it
for the love of money, a n+gga gotta get it
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money
pop pop pop when you’re f+cking with my money

- chris travis lyrics

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