And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper
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And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater
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For the love of the money, the love of the dough
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For the love of the money, them hoes fucking for sure
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And I know, I know
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Who said that money isn't everything?
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Whoever told you that damn, damn lie?
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'Cause all this money, it can buy you everything
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I don't know nothing that money can't buy
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I ain't never sinned, I ain't ever crossed over
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Gotta go to Panama, I don't want it chopped up
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Everywhere I go I'm pulling up burner phones
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The money, drop some, murder some
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Defend this code, the feds all delivering
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Yeah, I fuck with Papi, but no, I ain't Dominican
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For the love of the spend, I've been around the block
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I let them know I got it 'cause he out there round the clock
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In the projects jewelry mean you made it
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And the body might get you famous
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And they key might get you stopped
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Fuck with me, I might get you whacked
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It's no apology, nigga, it's criminology, nigga
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And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper
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And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater
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For the love of the money, the love of the dough
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For the love of the money, them hoes fucking for sure
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And I know, I know
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Who said that money isn't everything?
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Whoever told you that damn, damn lie?
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'Cause all this money, it can buy you everything
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I don't know nothing that money can't buy
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And I ain't never jealous, and I ain't get emotional
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About familiar, I do what I'm supposed to do
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Talking up boutique sales, tying up the loose ends
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Know me from the project, I used to go by 'who that?'
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Copped all my mixtapes, you tryna roll up
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You heard I was moving shit, wait a second, hold up
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They tryna get inside, the phones, they got ears
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They also got eyes, you know
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You break it down and you get a box
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Be breaking down and we get them racks
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'Cause if you play around getting guap
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We gonna lay you down, get a mop
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We sing, we grind and we here
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No, everywhere, every day, ever route
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Every smoke that we light and it's on, it's on
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And I done see these bitches do it all for the paper
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And I done see this paper turn my dog to a hater
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For the love of the money, the love of the dough
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For the love of the money, them hoes fucking for sure
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And I know, I know
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Who said that money isn't everything?
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Whoever told you that damn, damn lie?
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'Cause all this money, it can buy you everything
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I don't know nothing that money can't buy
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For The Love Of Money
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| Meek Mill |
