For the Money - Rara, Ra Ra, T.I.

Chasin' the money like it got legs

I’m tryna camouflage from the feds

I need a big booty and some bread

I need some scrambled eggs and some head

Smokin' a cigarette inside the foreign

Goin' on police chases when it’s borin'

Ghetto bitches see a niggas and go in

Fuck with my pimp and she know that I’m on

Goin' on, yeah, your hoe whorin'

Should be long gone, get you gone

In the all chrome, my new whip

Goin' real fast, gettin' slow dome

For a long time been I been well-known

Pull a bad broad like pheromone

I gotta thank God for this taramone

'Cause I been tryna rob for a Herringbone

I’m on Melrose

Got the fetty for it, know I’m ready for it

Ridin' drop top, bitch, I’m headed for it

Couch steady for it

I’ma shake this, I look great, bitch

Clean your plate, bitch, fix your face, bitch

Call your girl up, fuck her world up

Baby girl up, things they tell us

Sheets they sellin', I’ma sell her

My mama need me and I won’t fail her

When she need somethin', what you think I’m gon' tell her

Even the mid-strap and my Kevlar

Know we just set raw, we don’t steal cars

We don’t take shit, we go ape shit

Get you crossed out like my shoe laces

Nigga, learned the basics 'fore you try to step up

I’ll die before I let you disrespect her, yessir

Quarter mill in the Tesla, gas her up

Had a whip should out of pressure, yessir

The chopper come with me wherever I go

And I pop big shit, hand on the Bible

Hand on rifle, make me pipe up

You new niggas ain’t shit like us

Ain’t that none of the shit you write up

They ought to disqualify your cypher

My best friends are real deal lifers

Who ran these streets and earned these stripes, bruh

I earned my right to kick this shit, man

Man, I done dodged these bullets and did this shit

I been in and out of prison since 'bout 15

Ain’t nothin' soft about this king

And ain’t nothin' weak about this clique

And we’ll see if you really about this shit

We spendin' old dope money with a brand new stick

Got the blueprint and the manuscript

The need to cross that line, the man you handle

Whatever you do, do not do that

Big ol' bag, big ol' ass, big ol' knot, big ol' rock, we on top

Diddy bop, can’t stop, won’t stop, serve the hood, move the block

Shake the cops, don’t panic, came to win, it’s not a trend, I’m all in

I replace the shit, Harlem Shake the shit

Put it back together, I remake this shit

We can make this shit, no more basic shit

Police hate this shit, start that racist shit

Come and case the bitch, come back, take some shit

Your little safe house is not that safe and shit

On that Hen', I don’t chase just face shit

Draw these guidelines and you just trace that shit

I got pull dog and I showcase the shit

Put my game down and she embrace that shit

You got me sadly mistaken, you got me fucked up

Wanna form a line waitin' for me to pick my tux up

With a new bow tie, I handle my business, fly off the handle, I

Been major ever since was independent

Nigga better recognize a prince decended

Nigga started in the trap and did transcend it

Again and again and again, I did it

Money, set, drugs, fam' first

Beamer, Benz, and Bentley, not a verb

Bitch, you wanna see me, bring your purse

Make it worth a mil and get to work

Hustle Gang with you, yes for sure

Pistol on you with you, yes for sure

Never been a sucker, that’s for sure

Die for what I rhyme for, for sure

Nigga, always got some shit to say about it

If I did get it, feel the way about it

What they ought to do, do a article

Wanna diss niggas in your interview

Goin' back and forth ain’t what I’m finna do

'Cause my attitude is too cynical

Take your main bitch, hit her with full dick

Put her ass to sleep like Benadryl

Or a Lortab, wake her ass up

Hit her bathroom, take a whore bath

I’m not fazed 'bout what thots say

Don’t give no damn 'bout a whore wrath

If a porno or a pure dab

Been to your pad, where’s your cab?

I’m a revolutionary radical

Need pussy just to take me off the war path

I see sunny days in my forecast

Homie, you don’t pay, well it’s your ass

You be goin' home with a tore ass

With some bullet holes in your torso

Need a fork lift for my bankrolls

While I’m kickin' back and drinkin' Bordeaux

While a nigga kickin' in your door

Hold up, wait a minute, there’s more dough

Ric Flair, got it poppin' like Ric Flair

Rich boy, cold, bitch please

Bitch, sneeze, we’ll bless ya, we’re special

Yeah, extra, extra, read about it, bitch

You don’t like it, see about it, bitch

Forever I’ma be about it, bitch

Always hate on me about it, bitch

Tip found me, I was out here thuggin'

Nigga tried me, I be out here bustin'

12 behind me, I’m out here flushin'

Got too many guns to be out here testin'

Aw man, I am such a player, tryna find another me is rare

Me and your bitch get your bitch here

Won’t be spared, don’t get scared

We don’t love her, we just kinda like her

Pass her to the homie, we recycle

I am somethin' like a young Michael, Tyson, Jordan, Jackson

Dope boy, GQ special, real nigga, bad bitch issue

Redbone, centrefold hoe, banks sellin' bricks and goin' gold

Ya know it