For The Money by True Mathematics Lyrics
[Intro]
Hello, what's up baby?
No way, let me get this straight
You want my band, my gold
And you ain't givin' up jack?
Sorry, I can't stand it
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time in high top Adidas
I overheard a girl say she wanna meet a
Guy with money, so she can juice him
For every dime he own, broke, she'd cut him loose and
Find her another one, who will be the next one?
A man with money, to her it's a blessing
Squeeze him, juice him, like Tropicana
Abuse him, use him, she don't give a damn a-
Bout his feeling or the love inside him
He's just a money train and she'll ride him
Straight to the bank, I heard girls plan this
Step back baby, I can't stand this
[Interlude]
Yo, what's up Vern?
I heard you talkin' to this freak from LA
Better watch yourself, I heard she's thinkin' about the money
She tried to get me but I couldn't stand it
[Verse 2]
When a girl's born, money's on her list, man
She said "When I grow up, I'ma marry a rich man"
It's a dream, sometimes it come true
Watch your money, boy, it might be you
Slick girls, quick girls, they aim to get paid
And how to make money is the game that's played
She'll kiss you, hug you, make love to your mind
Hold out her hand and scream "Give me mine!"
Millionaires, I mean the ugly and hairy one
The fly girls see one, now she wanna marry one
For the money, it's always for the money
They say it ain't so as they read through your bank book
Flabby and shabby how the millionaire look
Lean and green is how the money look
She pretends she loves until the marriage is sealed
Now what's his is hers and what ain't, she'll steal
[Hook]
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
[Verse 3]
I can't stand when a girl plan
To use a man... for his money
Make his pockets choke, abuse him 'til he's broke
They think it's a joke, nope, it ain't funny
Coolin' in the disco, hot like San Francisco
Dance with the girls then we drank some Cisco
Pretty eyes, thighs, conversation got live
Until she ask what kinda car do I drive
Uh-oh, an undercover one
I mean another one of those girls who take the money and run
Pocketbook, Gucci, diamond ring, leather suit
And a dookie gold rope from the guy she juked
Now she's clinging for miles, cold tellin' me she love me
Five minutes she didn't know of me
This is for the money, the same-old jewels, see
She thought I was a flower, she tried to blew me
So lock your pockets, boys, girlies posse's are rollin'
The get-rich-quick troop is out patrollin'
Clinching my money tight like a fist, girl
Before you get mine, you might get dissed
[Hook]
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
[Outro]
Yeah, bro, that's just what I told 'em man
Freaks always try to get over on people
Try to rob me for my jewelry, try to rob my band, you know what I'm sayin'?
So here, somebody's knockin' at the door, I'ma call you back later, a'ight?
Later
Hello, what's up baby?
No way, let me get this straight
You want my band, my gold
And you ain't givin' up jack?
Sorry, I can't stand it
[Verse 1]
Once upon a time in high top Adidas
I overheard a girl say she wanna meet a
Guy with money, so she can juice him
For every dime he own, broke, she'd cut him loose and
Find her another one, who will be the next one?
A man with money, to her it's a blessing
Squeeze him, juice him, like Tropicana
Abuse him, use him, she don't give a damn a-
Bout his feeling or the love inside him
He's just a money train and she'll ride him
Straight to the bank, I heard girls plan this
Step back baby, I can't stand this
[Interlude]
Yo, what's up Vern?
I heard you talkin' to this freak from LA
Better watch yourself, I heard she's thinkin' about the money
She tried to get me but I couldn't stand it
[Verse 2]
When a girl's born, money's on her list, man
She said "When I grow up, I'ma marry a rich man"
It's a dream, sometimes it come true
Watch your money, boy, it might be you
Slick girls, quick girls, they aim to get paid
And how to make money is the game that's played
She'll kiss you, hug you, make love to your mind
Hold out her hand and scream "Give me mine!"
Millionaires, I mean the ugly and hairy one
The fly girls see one, now she wanna marry one
For the money, it's always for the money
They say it ain't so as they read through your bank book
Flabby and shabby how the millionaire look
Lean and green is how the money look
She pretends she loves until the marriage is sealed
Now what's his is hers and what ain't, she'll steal
[Hook]
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
[Verse 3]
I can't stand when a girl plan
To use a man... for his money
Make his pockets choke, abuse him 'til he's broke
They think it's a joke, nope, it ain't funny
Coolin' in the disco, hot like San Francisco
Dance with the girls then we drank some Cisco
Pretty eyes, thighs, conversation got live
Until she ask what kinda car do I drive
Uh-oh, an undercover one
I mean another one of those girls who take the money and run
Pocketbook, Gucci, diamond ring, leather suit
And a dookie gold rope from the guy she juked
Now she's clinging for miles, cold tellin' me she love me
Five minutes she didn't know of me
This is for the money, the same-old jewels, see
She thought I was a flower, she tried to blew me
So lock your pockets, boys, girlies posse's are rollin'
The get-rich-quick troop is out patrollin'
Clinching my money tight like a fist, girl
Before you get mine, you might get dissed
[Hook]
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
For the money, it's always for the money
[Outro]
Yeah, bro, that's just what I told 'em man
Freaks always try to get over on people
Try to rob me for my jewelry, try to rob my band, you know what I'm sayin'?
So here, somebody's knockin' at the door, I'ma call you back later, a'ight?
Later