[Hook: J. $tash]

[X2]
I ain't never had a job, but you know I put in work
Got that three for the five, hit me if you need that work
I'm finessin' all the time, bitch you know I put in work
For a couple dollar bills, in the club she'll twerk

[X4]
For the love of the money

[Verse 1: $ean]
First you get the money and the power
Then you get the bitches, then you fuck 'em by the hour
I don't trust no ho, in my True Religion britches
Gucci's on my feet, yeah you know just how I kick it
Ship the work through Michigan, higher than a bitch again
Oh she on my dick again, you pitching five, I'm pitching ten
I ain't Fat Trel, but a n***a on some slutty shit
I ain't with that Cudi shit, I ain't with that buddy shit
Tryna' bust my nut, then I tell her get from 'round me bitch
I ain't on no lovey shit, stay up on some money shit
All these bricks on me, you could call a n***a backboard
Stash four hundred K, and I do this everyday

[Hook]

[Verse 2: J. $tash]
Ok, for the love of the dough I be kickin' down your door
Give me the trees, give me the ?
Give me the lean, I'ma feign for the green
Been trappin' since I was like sixteen
Weighing up work on a triple beam, that scale man all these drugs ?
I get it over night, seal it up tight
Drop the ? up in my ?
Trappin' trappin' trappin' trappin' all day and night
Tryna' get my shit together, tryna' live a better life
Man I been trappin' trappin' trappin' all day and night
Tryna' get my shit together, tryna' live a better life

[Hook]