One for the Money

It goes one for the money, two for that paper

Three for that drive to get it

You gotta dive in it

I guess that’s just in my spirit

*****, I will walk, fly, try to get it

[Royce da 5'9"]

I’m a representation of triumph

I don’t lose, therefore I guess it’s a waste of trying

I do this **** strictly for the money every day -- the love went away with X-Clan

The love kept me on the underground

Each verse went deeper and deeper so I had to resurface

Get the cake and keep working

Demonstrate a lesson to them every album

I can teach perfect

I ain’t a cheap person

Blacking out ‘til the streets get cracked my *****

[Hook: Version 2]

It goes one for the money, two for that paper

Three for that drive to get it

Four’s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it

***** I will walk, fly, try to get it

It goes one for the money, two for that paper

Three for that drive to get it

Four’s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it

And y’all will not eat until we get finished

[Verse 2: Skillz]

Yo the kid got game, the kid get props

The kid spitting the flames, the kid don’t stop

The kid been grinding now he’s getting that guap

I was visiting the bottom now I’m getting to the top

Doing what we do, that’s what we get the props for

This is for my dudes living like rock stars

One two three, three two one

Yeah the haters over there, but I keep ignoring them

I’m in the pit any day, just like a stockbroker

Nah, I ain’t flossing, I’m just living how I’m supposed to

Y’all get straight flushed like poker

Never thought it’d be Skillz on your baby mama’s poster

Told ya, doubters get knocked off

You ain’t believe me, but nines bout to pop off

That’s how we do it and we stack the stacks

It’s your boy Skillz homey, million dollar backpack

[Verse 3: Diamond D]

Too many clowns sweet and hard, nut and honey

Chasing fast cars and dreams, nuttin honeys

You know it life ain’t nothing funny

I went from bluffing dummies to world tours man, it’s nothing money

I’m surrounded by investors with Winchesters

Super X black shadow chin testers

I don’t run with jesters

So if I give you a pass know it was just a slim gesture

Too many ****** swallowing

Too many ****** running around with no business, that be frolicking

You in a bad space wallowing

I’m in the GL five-and-a-half with the bright halogen

Gucci moccasins, Benetton sweater

J.O.K. there’s never been a don better

Southern Bluefin prawns, ameretta

I **** life with a vendetta