DO FOR MONEY - Intellectual

[Intro]

Shit bro

Like I said bro

Shit bro, I need to

I need to get this money you feel me?

I don’t care, I don’t care if I gotta fucking rob somebody

I don’t care if I gotta rob the bank, nigga

I don’t care if I gotta sell dick, you feel me?

I told that nigga, aye

Let’s go get some money

He laughin’ at me, you feel me?

[Verse 1: Blacc Hustler]

Woah

Too many people been throwin’ shade

Always with the positive energy

I don’t relate to hate

I be chasin’ money, nigga

Fuck what my neighbour say

I’m with my homie

Andrw, in the hood we gotta make a change, nigga

Why you sleepin’ on mе? Please can you be awakе?

It’s a marathon, I’m ‘bout to finish up the race

Faking jealousy it doesn’t vy in my lane

Money drives me crazy like I’m losing up on all my breaks

[Verse 2: ANDRWMAARS]

Look what I do for money

Came up I’m a fool for money

Young homie get robbed for money

I smoke green but fuck green money

All I want is blue money

In the hood with my dudes

They ain’t paying credit, they ain’t paying homage

Ah, I put all the hate right behind me

Aye

Told my youngins go and work for money

Make money, get it, keep it

And I used to spend it now I stack it

I’m a renaissance man, came with a plan

Now I’m in a plane

Look at my wrist, got a Plain Jane

Gold Tempo, Silver SKONE

I ain’t taking no rest

Cause I want the money

[Verse 2: Blacc Hustler]

What do I do for money?

Spend more never lose something

Aye

What do you do for money?

Buy pussy I know you love it

Aye

What do we do for money?

Buy a case let’s celebrate (yeah)

And smoking J’s and meditate

I pray that my niggas go and get money

[Verse 2: ANDRWMAARS]

I got homies in these streets (yeah)

I got homies packing heat (yeah)

I got homies in the pen

I don’t write a verse with a pen

Don’t test me, no exams

Andrwmaars you’re my Idol

What I say on these tracks is influence

Andrwmaars a role model

Aye

I don’t seek no approval

I got homies that’s involved, free my brody and the Forbes

I’m an Artist, an Impressionist

Painting vivid pictures and they mimic me

Now were stacked up in 4 room

I don’t shoot guns cause I got goons

I don’t drive cars I’m a pilot

Keep a Glock nine or a 45

Cause I’m bout mine and I die for mine

Baars

Maars

[Outro]

I told that nigga, aye

Let’s go get some money

He laughin’ at me, you feel me?