For The Luv Lyrics

Yeah, Like I'm Frank Sinatra

Look, Eatin' Penne Alla Vodka

And it shows, I do it for the

and they know

For the love

Ayy, look, let's go

I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know

I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole

I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me

I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP

She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree

Fuck her so good, got her thinkin about it

Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it

This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it

I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it

Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it

Fuck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it

Married to the money, gettin' bags

Easy to get it, but can you make it last

I think about Casino before I spend a dollar

With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka

She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra

Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster

I just want a box of rubber bands

Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance

This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands

None of these other bitches stand a chance

Nah

I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know

I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole

I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me

I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP

She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree

Fuck her so good, got her thinkin about it

Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it

This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it

I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it

Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it

Fuck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it

Married to the money, gettin' bags

Easy to get it, but can you make it last

I think about Casino before I spend a dollar

With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka

She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra

Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster

I just want a box of rubber bands

Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance

This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands

None of these other bitches stand a chance