For the Money - Fabolous, Nicki Minaj

Write another song for the money

My shawty say

Write another song for the money

You know you need

Money in the bank to keep her

You know you need

Money in the bank to keep her

So my shawty say

Write another song for the money

Hey hey hey my shawty say

Write another song for the money

You know you need

Money in the bank to keep her

She say you know you need

Money in the bank to keep her

Uhh, and who the hell said they was cheaper to keep

cause if you aint getting money when you call you get the beeep

she can’t pick up the phone, your broke ass should leave a message

and my guess is, if she never call well you get the message

you like whaaaat, you can’t call nobody

I’ve been trying to find you like Waldo shawty

she said she bout her paper if it’s there she gon get it

when the money gone she gon' be the f-ck gone with it

hey, I mean come on, she love Louis Vuitton

Yorkie in her speedy bag that she name Milan

hair stay did like she live in a salon

so her and money go hand in hand yeah like a baton

I swear on a stack of holy Bible’s and Qur’an

we could be the Dream team baby, Kobe and LeBron

Only if you gold, I never do the Bronze

cause if you could have Beyonce would you take Solange

uhhh,

Yo, yo

I’m in a tricky little mood

I trick these little dudes

I tell 'em that I love 'em but I never really do

See I like pretty shoes

And I like pretty minx

And I like site seein'

The pyramids and the sphinx

He cop Italian pieces so I do the fist pumps

And I can only push it if the trunk is in the front

If the truck is in the back then u gotta take it back

You can hit me on the jack

iChat on the Mac

See I am who I am

Nicki M. motherf-cker

If she say she not a fan

She a lyin' motherf-cker

Always shoppin' in Paris

So I speak a little French

Oui Oui rag-a-de

Time for you to hit the bench

Indecisive so I always gotta pick two

I guess that’s why I got the Yorkie and the Shitzu

I told Fab get that Michael Knight Kit Coupe

Before I put this p-ssy on ya chipped tooth

I hate to see her poutin' she wants some Louboutins

I say how many pairs, she say who is counting

money aint everything, with her it’s the only thing

you don’t treat her like a Queen, you gon be a lonely King!

her daddy must have spoiled her

aint no expiration date

f-ck a dinner and a movie, she wants a vacation date

fly out to London cruise to Bahama’s

presidential suites we check in as the Obama’s

take for instance Nicki, when she shops she’s picky

she f-cks a fifty g’s fast and then calls it a quickie

I only deal with ten cents my d-ck game is intense

bent that Barbie over and she aint seen Ken since

these n-ggas be feeling her

affording her’s another thing

she was married once before looking for another ring

so I call her (?) thats amongst the other things

she say she love my flow

I think she love to sing.