One for the Money Lyrics
| Song | One for the Money |
| Artist | Royce Da 5'9" |
| Album | Coalmine Records Presents: Unearthed |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It goes one for the money, two for that paper | |
| Three for that drive to get it | |
| You gotta dive in it | |
| I guess that’s just in my spirit | |
| Nigga, I will walk, fly, try to get it | |
| [Royce da 5'9"] | |
| I’m a representation of triumph | |
| I don’t lose, therefore I guess it’s a waste of trying | |
| I do this shit strictly for the money every day -- the love went away with X-Clan | |
| The love kept me on the underground | |
| Each verse went deeper and deeper so I had to resurface | |
| Get the cake and keep working | |
| Demonstrate a lesson to them every album | |
| I can teach perfect | |
| I ain’t a cheap person | |
| Blacking out ‘til the streets get cracked my nigga | |
| [Hook: Version 2] | |
| It goes one for the money, two for that paper | |
| Three for that drive to get it | |
| Four’s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it | |
| Nigga I will walk, fly, try to get it | |
| It goes one for the money, two for that paper | |
| Three for that drive to get it | |
| Four’s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it | |
| And y’all will not eat until we get finished | |
| [Verse 2: Skillz] | |
| Yo the kid got game, the kid get props | |
| The kid spitting the flames, the kid don’t stop | |
| The kid been grinding now he’s getting that guap | |
| I was visiting the bottom now I’m getting to the top | |
| Doing what we do, that’s what we get the props for | |
| This is for my dudes living like rock stars | |
| One two three, three two one | |
| Yeah the haters over there, but I keep ignoring them | |
| I’m in the pit any day, just like a stockbroker | |
| Nah, I ain’t flossing, I’m just living how I’m supposed to | |
| Y’all get straight flushed like poker | |
| Never thought it’d be Skillz on your baby mama’s poster | |
| Told ya, doubters get knocked off | |
| You ain’t believe me, but nines bout to pop off | |
| That’s how we do it and we stack the stacks | |
| It’s your boy Skillz homey, million dollar backpack | |
| [Verse 3: Diamond D] | |
| Too many clowns sweet and hard, nut and honey | |
| Chasing fast cars and dreams, nuttin honeys | |
| You know it life ain’t nothing funny | |
| I went from bluffing dummies to world tours man, it’s nothing money | |
| I’m surrounded by investors with Winchesters | |
| Super X black shadow chin testers | |
| I don’t run with jesters | |
| So if I give you a pass know it was just a slim gesture | |
| Too many niggas swallowing | |
| Too many niggas running around with no business, that be frolicking | |
| You in a bad space wallowing | |
| I’m in the GL five-and-a-half with the bright halogen | |
| Gucci moccasins, Benetton sweater | |
| J.O.K. there’s never been a don better | |
| Southern Bluefin prawns, ameretta | |
| I fuck life with a vendetta |
| It goes one for the money, two for that paper | |
| Three for that drive to get it | |
| You gotta dive in it | |
| I guess that' s just in my spirit | |
| Nigga, I will walk, fly, try to get it | |
| Royce da 5' 9" | |
| I' m a representation of triumph | |
| I don' t lose, therefore I guess it' s a waste of trying | |
| I do this shit strictly for the money every day the love went away with XClan | |
| The love kept me on the underground | |
| Each verse went deeper and deeper so I had to resurface | |
| Get the cake and keep working | |
| Demonstrate a lesson to them every album | |
| I can teach perfect | |
| I ain' t a cheap person | |
| Blacking out ' til the streets get cracked my nigga | |
| Hook: Version 2 | |
| It goes one for the money, two for that paper | |
| Three for that drive to get it | |
| Four' s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it | |
| Nigga I will walk, fly, try to get it | |
| It goes one for the money, two for that paper | |
| Three for that drive to get it | |
| Four' s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it | |
| And y' all will not eat until we get finished | |
| Verse 2: Skillz | |
| Yo the kid got game, the kid get props | |
| The kid spitting the flames, the kid don' t stop | |
| The kid been grinding now he' s getting that guap | |
| I was visiting the bottom now I' m getting to the top | |
| Doing what we do, that' s what we get the props for | |
| This is for my dudes living like rock stars | |
| One two three, three two one | |
| Yeah the haters over there, but I keep ignoring them | |
| I' m in the pit any day, just like a stockbroker | |
| Nah, I ain' t flossing, I' m just living how I' m supposed to | |
| Y' all get straight flushed like poker | |
| Never thought it' d be Skillz on your baby mama' s poster | |
| Told ya, doubters get knocked off | |
| You ain' t believe me, but nines bout to pop off | |
| That' s how we do it and we stack the stacks | |
| It' s your boy Skillz homey, million dollar backpack | |
| Verse 3: Diamond D | |
| Too many clowns sweet and hard, nut and honey | |
| Chasing fast cars and dreams, nuttin honeys | |
| You know it life ain' t nothing funny | |
| I went from bluffing dummies to world tours man, it' s nothing money | |
| I' m surrounded by investors with Winchesters | |
| Super X black shadow chin testers | |
| I don' t run with jesters | |
| So if I give you a pass know it was just a slim gesture | |
| Too many niggas swallowing | |
| Too many niggas running around with no business, that be frolicking | |
| You in a bad space wallowing | |
| I' m in the GL fiveandahalf with the bright halogen | |
| Gucci moccasins, Benetton sweater | |
| J. O. K. there' s never been a don better | |
| Southern Bluefin prawns, ameretta | |
| I fuck life with a vendetta |
| It goes one for the money, two for that paper | |
| Three for that drive to get it | |
| You gotta dive in it | |
| I guess that' s just in my spirit | |
| Nigga, I will walk, fly, try to get it | |
| Royce da 5' 9" | |
| I' m a representation of triumph | |
| I don' t lose, therefore I guess it' s a waste of trying | |
| I do this shit strictly for the money every day the love went away with XClan | |
| The love kept me on the underground | |
| Each verse went deeper and deeper so I had to resurface | |
| Get the cake and keep working | |
| Demonstrate a lesson to them every album | |
| I can teach perfect | |
| I ain' t a cheap person | |
| Blacking out ' til the streets get cracked my nigga | |
| Hook: Version 2 | |
| It goes one for the money, two for that paper | |
| Three for that drive to get it | |
| Four' s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it | |
| Nigga I will walk, fly, try to get it | |
| It goes one for the money, two for that paper | |
| Three for that drive to get it | |
| Four' s for the raw metaphors and the way I spit it | |
| And y' all will not eat until we get finished | |
| Verse 2: Skillz | |
| Yo the kid got game, the kid get props | |
| The kid spitting the flames, the kid don' t stop | |
| The kid been grinding now he' s getting that guap | |
| I was visiting the bottom now I' m getting to the top | |
| Doing what we do, that' s what we get the props for | |
| This is for my dudes living like rock stars | |
| One two three, three two one | |
| Yeah the haters over there, but I keep ignoring them | |
| I' m in the pit any day, just like a stockbroker | |
| Nah, I ain' t flossing, I' m just living how I' m supposed to | |
| Y' all get straight flushed like poker | |
| Never thought it' d be Skillz on your baby mama' s poster | |
| Told ya, doubters get knocked off | |
| You ain' t believe me, but nines bout to pop off | |
| That' s how we do it and we stack the stacks | |
| It' s your boy Skillz homey, million dollar backpack | |
| Verse 3: Diamond D | |
| Too many clowns sweet and hard, nut and honey | |
| Chasing fast cars and dreams, nuttin honeys | |
| You know it life ain' t nothing funny | |
| I went from bluffing dummies to world tours man, it' s nothing money | |
| I' m surrounded by investors with Winchesters | |
| Super X black shadow chin testers | |
| I don' t run with jesters | |
| So if I give you a pass know it was just a slim gesture | |
| Too many niggas swallowing | |
| Too many niggas running around with no business, that be frolicking | |
| You in a bad space wallowing | |
| I' m in the GL fiveandahalf with the bright halogen | |
| Gucci moccasins, Benetton sweater | |
| J. O. K. there' s never been a don better | |
| Southern Bluefin prawns, ameretta | |
| I fuck life with a vendetta |
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