Royce da 5'9", Diamond D, Skillz - One for the Money lyrics

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

I’m a representation of triumph
I don’t lose
Therefore I guess it’s a waste of trying
I'm the check man
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
But if you wound up underground and you
Ain’t hungry then you at least thirsty
The streets where it’s at my nigga
Blacking out ‘til the streets
Get cracked my nigga

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

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

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
JOK 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
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