Текст песни Money Man, Zaytoven, Trauma Tone - JUST FOR THE HELL OF IT

Y'all know we do this shit for the hell of it
Man, that lil' shit ain't nothin', man
Go get the AP just for the hell of it
Go get the Rolls just for the hell of it

Yeah
Zaytoven
Trauma Tone, Trauma Tone

I'ma turn up on nigga, just for the hell of it
Go splurge at Louis, just for the hell of it
Throw 200 in the whip for the hell of it
Fuckin' on bad bitches, just for the hell of it
You need twenty bags, dare nigga say that
I told my nigga crash, they told me bet say that
Bouncin' in the truck, the model a Maybach
My opps been hidin' when I see 'em, it's payback
Threw a ten at Stroker, just for the hell of it
Threw a ten at Pino's, just for the hell of it
FaceTime-ing, we don't do the text messages
Keep a blower, boy, that shit a necessity
Only want the flame out, we tastin' tropical
Beige Prada shirt, my drip is phenomenal
Gave her extra, that was just for the hell of it
Took her shoppin', that was just for the hell of it

Surf street, nigga, stick it to the cold
Had a real hard came up on a rocky road
Real ape nigga in my habitat
Made the Glock rat-a-tat
Took a trip to the West Coast and brought grass back
Never keep work where your stash at
Never tell the dirty-ass hoe where your bag at
Never tell the hating- ass nigga where you live at
When I catch so-and-so, I'ma get some get back
Oh no, exclusively fit where you get that
That hoe you stressin' 'bout, boy, I already hit that
That car you stressin' 'bout, boy, I already drove that
Fuck a rap, nigga, we gon' show up where his shows at

They be talkin' nine-seven, where the fuck the shows at?
Take a bitch, nigga, five years, let me hold that
Blind serving money, I can give a nigga mowed down
Independent with it, I ain't never need Motown
Every time you see me, boy, them killers in the background
My girl kissed my forehead and told me, 'Bae, calm down'
I'ma give 'em shambles if they want 'em, they can sit down
I'ma make examples, I'ma come and lay the law down
Real dark, nigga, I should probably eat raw meat
Ridin' with the smackers and I'm sittin' in the back seat
Twenty-five plugs, I got income streams
I was sellin' bags 'fore I ever had streams (let's go)

I'ma turn up on nigga, just for the hell of it
Go splurge at Louis, just for the hell of it
Go 200 and then whip for the hell of it
Fuckin' on bad bitches just for the hell of it
You need twenty bags, dare a nigga say that
I told my nigga crash, they told me, 'Bet say that'
Bouncin' in the truck, the model a Maybach
My opps been hidin' when I see 'em it's payback
Threw a ten at Stroker, just for the hell of it
Threw a ten at Pino's, just for the hell of it
FaceTime-ing, we don't do the text messages
Keep a blower, boy, that shit a necessity
Only want the flame out, we tastin' tropical
Beige Prada shirt, my drip is phenomenal
Gave her extra, that was just for the hell of it
Took her shoppin' and that was just for the hell of it