Letra One for the money Royce Da 5'9''

One for the money

Featuring Skillz & Diamond D

Mike check, 1-2, 1-2

Yea yea
It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’
Three for that dry, to get it you gotta dive in it
Really, I guess that it’s just in my spirit
Nigga I will walk or fly, I try to get it

I am a representation of triumph, I don’t lose
Therefore, I guess it’s just a waste of time
I’m the check man, I do this shit strictly for the money
Every day to love, went away with X clan
The love kept me on the underground (beat you first)
Deeper and deeper so I had to resurface
Get the bank and keep workin’
Demonstrate a lesson to ‘em every album
I could teach you perfect
I ain’t a cheap person
But if you want the underground and you ain’t hungry, you at least thirsty
The streets is where it’s at my nigga
Like an outcast, you scared of track my nigga

It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’
Three for that dry, to get it..
Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it
Nigga I will walk or fly, I try to get it

It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’
Three for that dry, to get it..
Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it
And y’all will not eat til you get finished

Yo the kid got game, the kid get props
Kid spittin’ flames, the kid don’t stop
The kid been grindin’ and he getting that guap
I was visiting the bottom, now I’m hittin’ to the top
Doin’ what we do, that’s what we get the props for
This for my dudes, livin’ like rockstars
1-2-3, 3-2-1
Yea the haters’ over there but I keep ignorin’ ‘em
I’m in the pit every day, just like a stock broker
No, I ain’t forcin’, I am livin’ how I’m s’pposed to
Y’all, y’all get straight flush like poker
Never thought it’d be Skillz on yo baby momma poster
I told ya, doubters get knocked off
You ain’t believed me but now it’s ‘bout to pop off
That’s how we do it and we stack the stacks
This your boy Skillz, homie million dollar backpack

It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’
Three for that dry, to get it..
Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it
Nigga I will walk or fly, I try to get it

It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’
Three for that dry, to get it..
Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it
And y’all will not eat til you get finished

Too many clouds sweepin’ hard, nuttin’ huntin’
Changing fast cars and dreams, nuttin’ huntin’
You know in life ain’t nothing funny
However them laughing dummie, there were 2 of them it’s nothing money
I’m surrounded by investors with wooden chesters
Super X black shadows, chin testers
I don’t run it with chesters
So if I gave you a pass know it was just a slim gesture
Too many niggas swallowin’
Too many niggas runnin’ around with no business, I recall again
You in the bass bizz wallowin’
I’m in the GL5 and a half with the bright halogens
Gucci mocasins, beneton sweater
KOK, there’s never been a don better
Southern boom fin pause, I’m a redder
I fuck like you’da be get ‘er

It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’
Three for that dry, to get it..
Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it
Nigga I will walk or fly, I try to get it

It goes one for the money, two for that pimpin’
Three for that dry, to get it..
Four is for the war, metaphors in the way I spit it
And y’all will not eat til you get finished

Come on
1, 2, 3