Rara – For The Money (feat. T.I.)

You new niggas ain’t shit like us
Stir the hood, move the block
Quarter mill in the Tesla, gas her up
Always hate on me about a bitch
We spendin’ old dope money with a brand new stick
Been major ever since was independent
Ain’t nothin’ soft about this king
Shake the cars, don’t panic
[Verse 6: T.I.]
Baby girl up, things they tell us
If I did get it, feel the whereabouts
Hustle Gang with you, yes for sure
[Verse 5: RaRa]
You no safe house and not that savin’ shit
I need to scrum a head and some eggs
Won’t be spared, don’t get scared
And the pot big shit, hand on the Bible
We don’t take shit, we go ape shit
[Verse 1: RaRa]
You be goin’ home with a tore ass
Wanna diss niggas in your interview
‘Cause I been tryna rob for a Herringbone
Couch steady for it
Redbone, centrefold hoe
Nigga better recognize the pistol send it

Beamer, Benz, and Bentley, not a verb
I see sunny days in my forecast
Who ran these streets and earned these stripes, bruh
On that Hen’, I don’t chase to face shit
With a new bow time, hand on mine
Started in the trap and did transcend it
Ain’t that none of the shit you write up
When she need somethin’, what you think I’m gon’ tell her
Even the mid-strap and my Kevlar
Banks sellin’ bricks and goin’ gold
Call your girl up, fuck her world up
The chopper come with me wherever I go
I earned my right to kick this shit, man
Aw man, I am such a player
Die for what I rhyme for, for sure

[Verse 3: RaRa]
I’ma shake this, I look great, bitch
Wanna form a line waitin’ for me to pick my tucks up
‘Cause my attitude is too centre cool
Get you crossed out like my shoe laces
Put it back together, I remake this shit
Got the blueprint and the manuscript
Goin’ on, yeah, your hoe whorin’
Homie, you don’t pay, well it’s your ass
Real nigga, bad bitch issue
In the all chrome, my new whip
Pistol on you with you, yes for sure
Nigga, always got the shit to certify
And ain’t nothin’ weak about this clip
I’m tryna come up far from the feds
Got the fetty for it, know I’m ready for it
Big ol’ bag, big ol’ ass

I’m all in
You don’t like it, see about it, bitch

Big ol’ knife, big ol’ rock
I am somethin’ like a young Michael
Bitch, sneeze
My mama need me and I won’t fail her
Goin’ on police chases when it’s borin’
Bitch, you wanna see me, bring your purse
My best friends are real deal lifers
Should be long gone, get you gone
[Verse 7: RaRa]
With some bullet holes in your torso
Nigga, forth live for my bankrolls
Whatever you do, do not do that
Know we just set raw, we don’t steal cars
I got pool dog and not your casin’ shit
Tip found me, I was out here thuggin’
We can make this shit, no more basic shit
Fuck with my pimp and she know that I’m on
Put my game down and she embrace that shit
Again and again and again I did it
Never gon’ be about it, bitch
Put her ass to sleep like Benadryl
If a porno or a pure dab
Money, set, drugs, found first
Clean your plate, bitch, fix your face, bitch
Pass her to the homie, we recycle
I been in and out of prison since ’bout 15
Don’t give no damn ’bout a whore wrath
I got things up with this [?] I’m on
Come and case the bitch, come back, take some shit
Can’t stop, won’t stop
Pull a bad broad like pheromone
They ought to disqualify your cypher
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Got too many guns to be out here testin’
Been to your pad, where’s your cab?
Hit her bathroom, take her raw back
12 iron, man, I might hit flesh
Police hate this shit, start that racin’ shit
Need pussy just to take me off the war path
For a long time been I been well known
Man, I done dodged these bullets and did this shit
Goin’ real fast, get slowed down
Ridin’ drop top, bitch, I’m headed for it
The need to cross that line, the man you handle
You got me sadly mistaken, you got me fucked up
We don’t talk, diddy bop
Dope boy, GQ special

Tryna find another me is rare
While I’m kickin’ back and drinkin’ four door
[Verse 2: T.I.]
I’m a revolutionary radical
What they ought to do, do a article
I’ll die before I let you disrespect her, yessir
I replace the shit, Harlem Shake the shit
Smokin’ cigarette inside the foreign
Nigga tried me, I be out here bustin’
Chasin’ the money like it got legs
I need a big booty and some bread
Nigga, learned the basics ‘fore you try to step up
Came to win, it’s not a trend
Did it, fly off the handle, I

Sheets they sellin’, I’ma sell her
Hand on rifle, make me pipe up
Ghetto bitches sell niggas then goin’
Lord time, wake her ass up
While a nigga kickin’ in your door
[Verse 4: T.I.]
We’ll bless ya, we’re special
Ric Flair, got it poppin’ like Ric Flair
Yeah, extra, extra, read about it, bitch
Had a whip should out of pressure, yessir
Ya know it
Draw these guidelines and you just trace that shit
Take your main bitch, hit her with full dick
Rich boy, cold, bitch please
[?] I’m on Melrose
We don’t love her, we just count her likes
Goin’ back and forth what I finna do
Me and your bitch get your bitch here
I’m not fazed ’bout what thots say
And we’ll see if you really about this shit
Hold up, wait a minute, there’s more dough
Make it worth a mil and get to work
Never been a sucker, that’s for sure