"For The Love" lyrics - FUTURE

FUTURE

"For The Love"

feat. Bankroll Fresh & Casino

[Intro:]
We trapaholics with snipets for real
Rich squad youngin' snatch yo necklace
That motherfucker bad as fuck
Boss up, hit that cup, spent racks at the mall
(Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up)
808 Mafia
(Trapoholics turn up)

[Chorus: Future]
I was trapping out the spot, I'ma run your shit hot
I be running up to cars, serving jays, crack rock
I'm finessing for the block, 'cause a nigga really hot
Turn a Rari to a Bent, turn a Bent to a Block
For the love of the money, for the love nigga (hold up, hold up)
For the love of the money, for the love nigga (hold up, hold up)
For the love of the money, for the love nigga (hold up, hold up)
For the love of the money, for the love (hold up, hold up)

[Verse 1: Future]
I'ma pull up on you now with a hundred pack of diamonds
And a two mini shot with my nigga baby stallion
I'm in camouflage denim with them stars on my shoulders
I got Lawyers watching Lawyers, I got Killers watching Killers
I'm in Rick James Leather with them bad ass bitches
I got bitches on bitches and in that new leather
I was rocking new Versace when them niggas was in Tru's
I was selling dope finessing way back in High School
We will pull up again, free my nigga Big Rube
Put the Molly in the lean, I got sauce I got juice
Rich gang nigga rocking two thousand dollar shoes
I'ma Free Band nigga, so a nigga never lose

[Verse 2: Casino]
Have you ever sold a whole bird? Dawg, it's easy
Have you ever cooked up a rock? Dawg, it's easy
I doubled up my cup, I doubled all of my 'wop
I-I doubled up my car, I'm a rockstar, no guitar
Countin' up all money, loaded up on Molly Cyrus
Fifty thousand my watch, hunnid thousand my watch
Hunnid thousand my pocket, hunnid thousand, my niggas
Got boss on boss on boss, very nigga 'round me stay fly
Turned a crash spot to a crash spot
Took the lean spot to the lean spot
Took a pound spot to a pound spot
Got to hide out, it's my winnin' spot
Got a couple keys, got a 'Rari key, got a Lamb key, got hunnid key
Got a early Bentley, that girl undercover
Had Freebandz, my blood brother

[Verse 3: Bankroll Fresh]
Don't fuckin' do it, yeah the money hallelujia
Goin' zero for it, two cups of mighty mud
I've been fixin' stale stud, bitch run her fuckin' mouth
Get your motherfuckin' goods with gas in the clutch
Woo, woo, woo, I've been drinkin' my way
That's another play, fly me away, now fly me up
Dope what you're waiting to hear
The thing on me and I got winners
Versace stay laced, yeah Versace stays draped
Crash, aim at your face, eat a whole cake
Bankroll shit, Molly, double killer
Big bad flower nigga, we off the liver