"One for the Money" as written by Artis L Jr Ivey, Bryan Keith Dobbs, Henry Straughter, Malieek Straughter and John Justin....
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one

Hey, that nigga Ronno get stress
Say what? Is that right?
I heard he won't see the streets 'till he about forty-five
And guess what? All this, behind a mean ol' bitch
That he was tossin' her and flossin' with
But, it got serious, he got thinkin' she was really his
And really she was out for the chips
You mean she was out for the ones?
Yeah, she was one those type that like to get
Her hair done, so that she could look fly for you
But lie to you, in a minute
I bet every time he turned his back anotha
Nigga was up in it
Yeah, I seen him up at the mall spendin' up all his riches
With this girl on his hip smilin' from cheek to cheek
And he was tellin' me some bullshit about gettin' married in a week
He was carrying Doolieaburke in Armani bags (Ha-ha)
I gave him some dap, but I really wanted to laugh at his dumb ass
Somebody must of told him girls just wanted to have fun
But he was dumb and full of cum cause all she wanted was...

One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one

Some fools ain't got no game at all
Gettin' sprung on the draws
And they forget who they are
He even bought her a car
He bought her a car?
Yeah, nigga, that Baretta you saw her dippin in
All of a sudden, she ain't got no time to spend with the nigga
That's spendin the chips
Man, those bitches ain't shit
Instead of hittin' it, there forgettin it
He started babysittin it
She was four months pregnant and the baby wasn't even his
Plus, she got another kid by another nigga
And now, it's gettin' more expensive than he originally figured
So, he went out and got himself a part time job
And on the weekend he hooked up with the homies
And got his part time rob on
To bring the cheese home
But she was still ungrateful
Cause the money that he used to spend on her
He had to spend it on baby clothes
He should of saw the game comin'
But bein' in love is like bein' drunk
He didn't know that she was out for the ones

One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one

Come to find out all this time they was trippin'
She was showin' some other nigga all they secret positions
Spendin' money on him, while he spendin' money on her
I knew by the time it was over that somebody would end up gettin' hurt
You ain't never lyin'. I knew she wasn't right cause
The homies used to be touchin' all on her big ol' ass
And all she did was laugh
And if you try to tell him
He'd get mad and wanta scrap
And if he thought anybody wanted that pussy, he'd react
Yeah, I know what you talkin' bout
The nigga used to be a mac and hustler
And then he started sniffin', wearin' snake boots and shit
Then lost all his tennis shoe pimpin
He had some business out of town and wanted to surprise her
By comin' home early
And sho nuff found out homegirl was doin' the dirty
To make a long story short
Now we gotta go to court
Cause he walked in on him and her fuckin'
And cut both of they throats
I guess that's why these niggas be scratchin' and clawin'
For crumbs cause they got a pocket-pinchin' hoe
At home and all she want is ones

One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one
One for the money, two for the show
Three for the ladies, but all they wanted was one


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"One for the Money" as written by Jr. Ivey Artis L.

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