One for the Money Lyrics

Take me back to the gate, passionate taste

Learning the biz like a slap in the face mastered my fate

Path in the make In cause these crooks have you catching a case

Over a fraction of the stack niggas all nosey not knowing the facts

And them same niggas know i don't hold nuttin back

Game getting old got ya soul in a trap fame ain't the goal

Its the gold that I'm after, make it crack in my mode on a Track

Controlling the tempo ode to the cats that getting doe got they fam on they back

Cannon intact in the land Where its fact everyone got a lil man that can rap

But not everyone got a plan of attack get a panic attack if you Stand where I'm at

Random, when I'm dancing on a track candid when I'm amp and Ima blackout like I'm Manson

Just a lil more handsome in a tantrum send random attacks

Cat scan for the scams, crooks and the rats built for it Never get shook we adapt

Feel for it like a cook in a trap since 9 I was on mine hook and the raps

One for the money

Two for the true spit

Three for the few

That keep true to music

Four they get funny

Five in a drop top

Six gears heard it lock and the clutch pop

7 years bad luck in a tuff spot

8 years wrapped up had a 9

In the stash box wit the cash gwap

Mind on 10 cause I been in line wit the have nots

Got that shit in his walk

Boy I ain't average

Artist of the month, circus in passing

Every go he be murkin the track

Can't give it all at once

Every verse is fraction

Whats my purpose I'm asking

Where my thirst at that I had when I first spit a bad one

Young lad in his fun bag getting crumbs back but he dumb mad wit a passion

Be the same when you win that you was when ya pockets was slim ain't got to pretend

Wit nok yo it been locked never been pop got my brim cocked

All net never rim shots all vet on my tip top bar set

Like he doing arm reps at a gym spot complex wit his hip hop

Calm, ya palms wet like you sniffing on that Chris Rock

(You old you should quit!)

Nah ima stand here holding my dick

Man i been damn near folding these kids for a handful of years

Don't wanna feel the bear

Don't poke em wit sticks

Covid of spit hold it you tripping

Just a punchline didn't know it was forbidden

All these cats here paying closer attention but all they come away wit A flow that be shittin

One for the money

Two for the true spit

Three for the few

That keep true to music

Four they get funny

Five in a drop top

Six gears heard it lock and the clutch pop

7 years bad luck in a tuff spot

8 years wrapped up had a 9

In the stash box wit the cash gwap

Mind on 10 cause I been in line wit the have nots