Money - Charli Baltimore

For the love of what... 
Uh huh, Untertainment 
Charli Dangerous 
H-Class, little E 
Uhh uhh 

Verse One: Charli Baltimore 

I don't know if it's the pretty face or the expensive taste 
That got everybody wantin' to touch me like Case 
Feels So Good like Mase, to pull over 
Anywhere I want, diplomats on the Rover 
The way I put it on a nigga sober 
I have 'em comin' back, knockin' on my door like Johovas 
Ya'll already know that Charli's in charge 
Weekly massage, platnuim and gold cars 
Money stashed in NY to Witchitaw 
And I stay with my niggas cause you know how bitches are 
Aggy, cause they baby daddy wanna bag me 
That's why I never leave home without the 44 
Ya'll hoes can't do nothin' to me 
I got this game wrapped like a dubee 
Pinned up in what? 
Charli rappin' about, I really got 
And it ain't that I'm stuck on myself, I'm really hot 

Chorus 

For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) 
For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) 
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) 
For the love of money (really need it, yeah) 

Verse Two: Charli Baltimore 

Yo yo yo, gimme the money 
Rich bitch be swimmin' in money 
I need Jet Ski's in mind, can't tease a dime 
Lookin' in the mirror, feeling pleased with the shine 
Lady Rolex for the time, the class is "S" 
Wear the ice on the bra of my chest 
When the money ain't right I go far to the left 
Niggas wanna play games then Charli direct 
Wanna Long Kiss Goodnight, don't hold ya breath 
Bitches know I'm the shit with my MAC lipstick 
Crushin' the player haters with a purple navigator 
Shoes alligator, my bag is too 
If I was broke like you, I would be mad like you 
But you can come work for Charli, a boss with a body 
Ask anybody, I could take over Gotti 
Poo by the poo while you just another hottie 
Niggas roll bricks that'll stay if it's notty 

Chorus 

For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) 
For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) 
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) 
For the love of money (really need it, yeah) 

Verse Three: Charli Baltimore 

Uh huh, yo when you look you see the slim waist leavin' no trace 
Cause shit for no Charli will be in the breifcase 
Yeah Long Kiss Goodnight, Baltimore get it right 
For the cash, pop out the window and shoot through the ice 
Ain't no love here, just the black gloves here 
Check it, and I don't get by with nothin' I can't leave in 30 seconds 
But my kids, they think mommy a teacher 
They don't know, for the love of this 
I make the whole world tre` dough 
Bingo, get 'em ready for school like nothing happen 
Here's a apple for the teacher, tell 'em mommy said "Hi" 
Bet he won't fail you no more, one more "F" and he die 
Even with my nails done, I can take guns apart son 
So when they come lookin' for this reporter broke Un 
Dealt with birds, but I had to move on 
But for none of these I tatto the little P-pac on my arm 
Ask Un how the ones be when he advance me dough 
So I put out mines and tell dawg keep yours yo 
For real... 

Chorus 

For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) 
For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) 
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) 
For the love of money (really need it, yeah) 

For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) 
For the love of money (gots to have it, eh-heh) 
For the love of money (dollar bills ya'll) 
For the love of money (really need it, yeah)