Only Fo' tha Money-DJ Quik

Sometimes I just don't even understand why people Like this dirty talkin' sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'? But since they do an' people buyin' this sh*t I'ma kick it like this You see a pimpin' a** ni**a like me, is wanted dead or alive Because I jack these hooker hoes for they ten's an' they five's An' twenty's then I leave 'em branded 'cause I'm the love bandit I'm not tryin' to be mean, I want your green or you'll be stranded 'Cause you know it don't pay to play for free, yo So you sh*t out of luck, I need a buck to f**k You duck, hoe, b**ch, tramp An' I don't take no food stamps This is a reminder, I'm lettin' you know that if I get behind ya You're gonna have to kick up or eat a dick up 'til you hiccup I treat yo' a** as if this was a stick up 'Cause you ain't nothin' but a pick-up Trick, hell, yeah, I'm offensive A spin around the bend can be expensive An' the effects'll be, they can be extensive So if I gotta f**kin' take a chance, I want my grip in advance Because it's only fo' tha money Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Now that I f**ked, I want my motherf**kin' cut Oh, yeah, I'm a hoe, what you think I gave you the dick fo'? See, I can play the b**ch but see I ain't the b**ch You better checkin' her in an' better do it quick See, the Devil made me do it 'cause the devil was you 'Cause I done seen all the sh*t you took niggaz through But not me, wench, you cute saditty skanch Think I'ma be the trick ni**a? Well, b**ch, I ain't 'Cause I'm the type of ni**a that can get you cocked Without payin' you but straight be playin' you B**ch, I thought you knew better than that See, it only f**ks you up when your weak game lacks Manipulatin' moves like I do See, it just goes to show you, hoe, you can't play a true See, I can leave your broke a** fast with your cock all runny B**ch 'cause it's only fo' tha money Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Now that you know me, I'm only out to leave you broke an' lonely I find a stupid hoe an' talk her a** to matrimony Now I can be cool until we hitched But I'ma switch up on my role an' play the motherf**kin' b**ch Waitin' for the mailman to come around Oh, you'se a low-down ni**a, naw, man, I'm just a money hound I play the roll well, check out my limp Yeah, I'm the County Check pimp Slangin' my hand inside your purse Girl, you better keep cool 'cause the sh*t can get worse, damn Yo' check is short, I ain't gon' sweat, huh I take the kids' lunch money, yeah, bet An' borrow ends from yo' family an' grin I just gotta keep my bankroll comin' in An' then I kick back an' laugh 'cause it's funny Haha, I only did it fo' tha money Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all Dolla bill, y'all, dolla bill, y'all Dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla, dolla bill, y'all