Chords for Foe Tha Love of $

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[Em] For the love of money
[G] Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same [Bm] now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same [G] now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same [F#] now
Gotta make that money, man
[G] That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop a little clip of my 9
Live a chip just to pick the chalk
If all [E] of the right time
Gotta get [Bm] mine
Ain't takin' [G] no shots on the law
Since I put a prompt
Call up my niggas and at home
Polishin' a back 10 [E] chrome
Gotta lick weed and hit [Bm] so bring your shit
Cause once [G] again, it's hump
To the dome with a pepper burnt
My wig to the curb [Em] so I'm swervin' road [F#] loud
Just picked up the triple [Bm] six thug
And plopped out the murder for robber [G] the dope cop
Moe, your father may bond so high
Not comin' to slay with both grenades
And [E] engage, [Bm] I'ma play with till I'ma fall in the grave
Bent like, pinnin' in Nick's [G] rondez
Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled [E] up
Bulldozed to the living [Bm] room
Hopped out of the car and started [G] to blow up
Walked in a capo
Made blow all them bodies [Em] all over the room
Them [E] doom ain't gotta move fast
[Bm] While the football's comin'
Snatch up [G] me, I mean
So nigga, don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick and [Bm] then I quack
Cause Flash be lovin' his money
I'm givin' up love to the Huffin'
Thought [G] I'm sick, left off
Just makin' that money stand on your [Bm] feet
And you better believe
Gotta have that cheese for [G] the green leaves
Never gets me sleep
Standin' on the grind
Get my stand down from a crime
And I hit up the nine [Bm]-nine
Give it up to Yeyo
Makin' me say yo
20's, nigga, and dime
Hit up a stick up [G] and lick up that 211
Gotta get what's mine, [B] then bailin'
Me kickin' [Bm] up death, I'm a felon
[G] Felon one, eight, seven
That's how it is
And I gots to have it and then not quite
[B] Wishin' to check the meal
And [Bm] still be real
Thuggin' on [G] the block
Like creepin' on the karma
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up
[Bm] Hunt up another pot and skin
Gotta make some grapes [G] or something
Another put up
Gotta get that business on
Even though the Buddha run [B] this
Done me feelin' lovely
[Bm] But I'm just in it for the love [G] of the money
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still [Bm] the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still [G] the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Standin' on the corner
Straight slangin' rocks [F#m] Aw, shit
Here [Bm] comes a motherfuckin' cop
[G] So I dash, I duck
Santa hides behind a tree
[Bm] Makin' sure them motherfuckers don't see me
Now my fat sack [G] of rocks
Hell yeah, I stuffed them
[Bm] Police on my drawers
I had to pause
And yeah, [G] it's still motherfuckin'
Now my [Bm] game is tight
Tight as fuck, [G] it's my game
Easy motherfuckin' E.O.
Eric Wright, it's all the same
Now niggas might trip
On how I stacks my grip
I got to have it, bitch
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
For the love of this shit
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still [F#] the same now
Gotta make that money, [G] man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Been talkin' me thrust your thuggy's ways
Now on my crime every time
Follow me down the [B] 99
And you will [Bm] find all of me kind
Check out [G] the grips, the nail
Drop down, run up out of me hood
Rips, when I'm makin' me [G#] grip
With a me click, [Bm] roll up with me Rolex
Stunt, I [G] die, baby
Put up in mud, buck up me punk blood
Got nothin' to lose, [F#m] bitch
You better respect, [Bm] rip
Or you best just check this love
[G] That's goin' down
So I'm hoppin' three rounds
Got it with a me gang
[F#m] Bang, gotta make that money, [Bm] man
It's still the same, steady [G] runnin' Things wild
And follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of [F#m] a gun
[Bm] See, put it up, you're done
[G] Runnin' up out my bank
Don't finish the game
So people be creepin' me crawlin'
Off on a mission to back in the days
When niggas was bellin' with solos
They wanted to get paid
When I just want salad, I make the grip
Step up on a mission for money
[Bm] You give up the cash, so that what you wear
It's cause me and [G] my nigga was hungry
And rich if you're starvin'
You might just catch one till the temple
And I'm bone raw, doggin'
Some niggas just make this shit simple
And run against one nigga
Me feelin' with bullets
And devil me rivers
[E] Remember me killer [Bm]
now
[G] My money made it here
I'm six feet in the ditch and get with you
Bitch, you was slippin'
I'll get you [F#m] with whip yard
[C#] Then fuck [Bm] you down
[G] Stealin' robbin' and stealin'
Makin' a killin'
Niggas got killin'
Needin' a million
Nestle in [F#m] jaws
Where the thugs be chillin'
[Bm] For the money these [G] niggas be sellin'
Off a nigga
Where you find a nigga thuggin'
Off in great and scarless
And when I stick you and flick you
Remember I get on my phone
And I've been murdered Yeah
[Em] Ballin' in the [Bm] motherfuckin' house
For the nine quarts, nigga Yeah
Rollin' with [G] Rufus in this bitch
My nigga Lazy [F#m] Bone
[Bm] Busy Bone, Wish Bone, and [G] Flesh and Bone
And I'm that nigga Crazy Bone
[F#m] In the motherfuckin' [Bm] house
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[Em] For the love of money
[G] Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same [Bm] now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same [G] now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same [F#] now
Gotta make that money, man
[G] That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop a little clip of my 9
Live a chip just to pick the chalk
If all [E] of the right time
Gotta get [Bm] mine
Ain't takin' [G] no shots on the law
Since I put a prompt
Call up my niggas and at home
Polishin' a back 10 [E] chrome
Gotta lick weed and hit [Bm] so bring your shit
Cause once [G] again, it's hump
To the dome with a pepper burnt
My wig to the curb [Em] so I'm swervin' road [F#] loud
Just picked up the triple [Bm] six thug
And plopped out the murder for robber [G] the dope cop
Moe, your father may bond so high
Not comin' to slay with both grenades
And [E] engage, [Bm] I'ma play with till I'ma fall in the grave
Bent like, pinnin' in Nick's [G] rondez
Wish spotted the place and quickly rolled [E] up
Bulldozed to the living [Bm] room
Hopped out of the car and started [G] to blow up
Walked in a capo
Made blow all them bodies [Em] all over the room
Them [E] doom ain't gotta move fast
[Bm] While the football's comin'
Snatch up [G] me, I mean
So nigga, don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick and [Bm] then I quack
Cause Flash be lovin' his money
I'm givin' up love to the Huffin'
Thought [G] I'm sick, left off
Just makin' that money stand on your [Bm] feet
And you better believe
Gotta have that cheese for [G] the green leaves
Never gets me sleep
Standin' on the grind
Get my stand down from a crime
And I hit up the nine [Bm]-nine
Give it up to Yeyo
Makin' me say yo
20's, nigga, and dime
Hit up a stick up [G] and lick up that 211
Gotta get what's mine, [B] then bailin'
Me kickin' [Bm] up death, I'm a felon
[G] Felon one, eight, seven
That's how it is
And I gots to have it and then not quite
[B] Wishin' to check the meal
And [Bm] still be real
Thuggin' on [G] the block
Like creepin' on the karma
Won't sleep till I'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up
[Bm] Hunt up another pot and skin
Gotta make some grapes [G] or something
Another put up
Gotta get that business on
Even though the Buddha run [B] this
Done me feelin' lovely
[Bm] But I'm just in it for the love [G] of the money
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still [Bm] the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still [G] the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Standin' on the corner
Straight slangin' rocks [F#m] Aw, shit
Here [Bm] comes a motherfuckin' cop
[G] So I dash, I duck
Santa hides behind a tree
[Bm] Makin' sure them motherfuckers don't see me
Now my fat sack [G] of rocks
Hell yeah, I stuffed them
[Bm] Police on my drawers
I had to pause
And yeah, [G] it's still motherfuckin'
_ Now my [Bm] game is tight
Tight as fuck, [G] it's my game
Easy motherfuckin' E.O.
Eric Wright, it's all the same
Now niggas might trip
On how I stacks my grip
I got to have it, bitch
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
For the love of this shit
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Gotta make that money, man
That money, man, it's still [F#] the same now
Gotta make that money, [G] man
That money, man, it's still the same now
Been talkin' me thrust your thuggy's ways
Now on my crime every time
Follow me down the [B] 99
And you will [Bm] find all of me kind
Check out [G] the grips, the nail
Drop down, run up out of me hood
Rips, when I'm makin' me [G#] grip
With a me click, [Bm] roll up with me Rolex
Stunt, I [G] die, baby
Put up in mud, buck up me punk blood
Got nothin' to lose, [F#m] bitch
You better respect, [Bm] rip
Or you best just check this love
[G] That's goin' down
So I'm hoppin' three rounds
Got it with a me gang
[F#m] Bang, gotta make that money, [Bm] man
It's still the same, steady [G] runnin' Things wild
And follow me now
While I take you up into a barrel of [F#m] a gun
[Bm] See, put it up, you're done
[G] Runnin' up out my bank
Don't finish the game
So people be creepin' me crawlin'
Off on a mission to back in the days
When niggas was bellin' with solos
They wanted to get paid
When I just want salad, I make the grip
Step up on a mission for money
[Bm] You give up the cash, so that what you wear
It's cause me and [G] my nigga was hungry
And rich if you're starvin'
You might just catch one till the temple
And I'm bone raw, doggin'
Some niggas just make this shit simple
And run against one nigga
Me feelin' with bullets
And devil me rivers
[E] Remember me killer [Bm] _
now
[G] My money made it here
I'm six feet in the ditch and get with you
Bitch, you was slippin'
I'll get you [F#m] with whip yard
[C#] Then fuck [Bm] you down
[G] Stealin' robbin' and stealin'
Makin' a killin'
Niggas got killin'
Needin' a million
Nestle in [F#m] jaws
Where the thugs be chillin'
[Bm] For the money these [G] niggas be sellin'
Off a nigga
Where you find a nigga thuggin'
Off in great and scarless
And when I stick you and flick you
Remember I get on my phone
And I've been murdered _ Yeah _
[Em] Ballin' in the [Bm] motherfuckin' house
For the nine quarts, nigga Yeah
_ Rollin' with [G] Rufus in this bitch
My nigga Lazy [F#m] Bone
_ [Bm] Busy Bone, Wish Bone, and [G] Flesh and Bone
_ And I'm that nigga Crazy Bone
_ _ [F#m] In the motherfuckin' [Bm] house _

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