Whatever For The Money ft. Malik Lyrics

(Any Last Words?)

(Ha ha ha ha Nick you're stupid)

(Bitch you thirsty Take A Sip)

Do whatever for the money like a psycho

Got the rock won't miss my shot I feel like Michael

I'm coming down I'll go back up it's like a cycle

Life or death I blur the line I'm on a tight rope

I started fucking around

But I'm doing better ya dig

Think about gunning me down

I keep that tech on my hip

And they all fuck with me now

I knew one day that would switch

Told my gang stay down

I'd do whatever for them

Aye that nigga talk but he look like he dealable

call up my bro and ask what the dealio

Fuck and intolerance

I need my cereal

I'm on a kill streak with pussy I'm serial

These niggas watching and waiting for miracles

Hate that I said that hate lyrical spiritual

Rapping ass niggas that don't really give a shit

Dawg fuck a function I'd rather be cooling' it

But I'm still upset

Got like ninety problems that I need get off my chest

Shawty said she cold so I just grab her by her neck

Don't play me like no hoe less you don't wanna get no rest

Bitch I'm up next

I swear to god

Do whatever for the money like a psycho

Got the rock won't miss my shot I feel like Michael

I'm coming down I'll go back up it's like a cycle

Life or death I blur the line I'm on a tight rope

I started fucking around

But I'm doing better ya dig

Think about gunning me down

I keep that tech on my hip

And they all fuck with me now

I knew one day that would switch

Told my gang stay down

I'd do whatever for them

Now I got weed in my tummy

Psychedelics in my lungs

I don't think I'm thinking straight

Cause I'm too fucked up

Man this music shit is life to me don't do this shit for fun

And if you talking all that shit you better fight not run

I been going up this shit is coming to me easily

I've been getting money man I'm living fucking peacefully

Yo shawty just peeped and now she wanna fucking leave with me

She just wanna love and worship me like I'm a deity

But I'm still upset

Got like ninety problems that I need get off my chest

Shawty said she cold so I just grab her by her neck

Don't play me like no hoe less you don't wanna get no rest

Bitch I'm up next

I swear to god

Do whatever for the money like a psycho

Got the rock won't miss my shot I feel like Michael

I'm coming down I'll go back up it's like a cycle

Life or death I blur the line I'm on a tight rope

I started fucking around

But I'm doing better ya dig

Think about gunning me down

I keep that tech on my hip

And they all fuck with me now

I knew one day that would switch

Told my gang stay down

I'd do whatever for them