For The Luv

Yeah, Like I'm Frank Sinatra Look, Eatin' Penne Alla Vodka And it shows, I do it for the and they know For the love Ayy, look, let's go I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree F*ck her so good, got her thinkin about it Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it F*ck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it Married to the money, gettin' bags Easy to get it, but can you make it last I think about Casino before I spend a dollar With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster I just want a box of rubber bands Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands None of these other bitches stand a chance Nah I do it for the love and it shows Everybody home, yeah, they know I ain't gotta front for them folks I'm holdin' on to 30 like my pole I'm out of state, gettin' like I'm post to be, I can't expect more than what you showin' me I got money stackin' up, that's in my TSP She say I burn it up, damn, that's like a third degree F*ck her so good, got her thinkin about it Feel like Master P, bitch, I'm bout it, bout it This money overseas, I ain't worried bout it I let it come to me, ain't in a hurry bout it Business boomin', yeah, I know that you done heard about it F*ck with the family, yeah, you know you gettin' hurt about it Married to the money, gettin' bags Easy to get it, but can you make it last I think about Casino before I spend a dollar With a classy bitch, eatin' penne alla vodka She let me have it my way like I'm Frank Sinatra Yeah, we go good together, risotto and lobster I just want a box of rubber bands Gettin' money in my sleep, it make her dance This ain't dirty money, nah, I wash my hands None of these other bitches stand a chance