Lil’ Duke – For The Love Of Money Lyrics

[Chorus]
For the love of money, these bitches do whatever
Walk inside the office baby, I can change the weather
You niggas ball like eleven, what you got on you look dirty
I want that mula, that fetty and we not talkin’ no lettuce
They came from overseas, we dickin’ the ovaries
In the club with a pole on me, eyes low like Chinese

[Verse 1]
She suckin’ my dick got her all on her knees
[?] so loud and she beggin’ me please
Put it on me while she tell me go deep
That p*ssy so wet like a sea
Diamonds on me, check
Wait a minute, flash
Took a picture with them
Now she want sex
She wanna f*ck me so bad
But I only want neck
I’m in that lamb and I’m smashin’
I’m picking up cheques
[?] ’cause I got next, I don’t need no rest
My niggas so ruthless
And [?] give a f*ck but no [?]
First you get the money
Then you get the power, then you get respect
Middle school road runnin’, ten bands in my desk
Have my zone, got to stay fresh
These niggas see through like Latex
We in the air we take jets
How you gon’ eat with no plate yet
Niggas always on some fake shit
They know and go out to way to hate shit
Sendin’ me over that cake shit
Get that f*ck nigga a facelift

[Chorus]
For the love of money, these bitches do whatever
Walk inside the office baby, I can change the weather
You niggas ball like eleven, what you got on you look dirty

I want that mula, that fetty and we not talkin’ no lettuce
They came from overseas, we dickin’ the ovaries
In the club with a pole on me, eyes low like Chinese

[Verse 2]
[?] around the globe
You know it’s bros over hoes
Bitch we tell it like nobody knows
Niggas be snitchin’
Runnin’ with felons, they’re gonna wipe your nose
Strong in my Balenciagas
And she gonna f*ck with, no problems
I’m in LA, I’m a dodger
Percocet kill all my problems
I’m probably f*ckin’ a model
We put Fantas on ice
We get the bitches to bother us
You know we ballin’, you know we ballin’
Ballin’ in six in the morning
Young niggas with me they get it
But we do not want True Religions
I want in hand like a Fifty
What you tryin’a do, I done did it
And bitch I’m good in my city
Don’t give a f*ck ’bout no feelings
Came from the block, I was dealin’
Now I’m on my way to the millions
Thirty chains all like a slave
All these bitches gettin’ slain
Swim in that bitch like a whale
Bitch I’m the coach, I’m callin’ the play
Like stars fallin’ in the rain
Look like I’m goin’ out in space
She want a nut on her face

[Chorus]
For the love of money, these bitches do whatever
Walk inside the office baby, I can change the weather
You niggas ball like eleven, what you got on you look dirty
I want that mula, that fetty and we not talkin’ no lettuce

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