Kanye told me that
"Jesus Walks" in '04
But I grew up around Impala's and
drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles,
palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and pres
idents like Mount Rushmore
Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin' back to jail,
nigga that's what I flush for
My money or my glock, who
do I trust more?
I don't know, it's probably the
one that I touch more
Guess it's the green,
'cause paper mo tivate niggaz
And my Rolex racist 'cause
it hate niggaz
I used to only sell 8's like
that Laker nigga
Now I'm movin' 24's like I
play at the Staples Center
You might miss The Game
so nigga don't blink
My Phantom stand out
like Frank Lucas' mink
So go ahead and think,
like Frank Lucas think
Somebody'll find your brains on the
fuckin' kitchen sink about
Dead presidents,
big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers,
my niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") like
the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make
it rain ("money")
In California niggaz die ("for the
money")
From the South to New York,
them bullets fly for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't
matter where you from
If you hustle motherfucker keep
gettin' that ("money")
I get it, that Baby and Slim,
Cash Money
All the jewelry on your whole crew,
that's my tax money
That Pablo Escobar crack money
That LeBron first Nike
contract money
That make it rain,
all my niggaz throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceilin' then
call it Shaq money
That walk in the club,
straight to the back money
Flavor of Love,
Deelishis sittin' on my lap money
That rap money,
niggaz get clapped money
Air Force One's don't bend
when I trap money
Ooooh, I'm Rich like Porter
Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin'
that water
Like McDonald's,
I was flippin' them orders
In that '02 Porche truck,
whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when
I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real?
Dead presidents, big paper
("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my
niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") like
the strippers get
From the block to the club
I'll make it rain ("money")
In California niggaz die ("for the
money")
From the South to New York,
them bullets fly for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't
matter where you from
If you hustle motherfucker keep get
tin' that ("money")
Somebody tell
Snoop to pop open
them briefcases
Order that Patron,
tell 'em we want three cases
Fuck a black car,
you see these green faces?
Look at my chest, now you seen fakers
Treat my money like the
Cristal that we wastin'
Cause I'm a money machine,
I could re- make it
You a fool thinkin' that
Freddy could see Jason
I've been iced out,
like who the fuck need Jacob
The doc told me to be patient,
but I want
Money like Dwight Howard,
next time he a free agent
I'm tryin' to make enough money
so I could feed Asia
Have Asians in the kitchen cookin'
in Louis V. aprons
Word to Martha Stewart,
if I could park a Buick
Then I could flip a Brink's truck,
I got the heart to do it
Ball like the nigga Tony
Parker do it
Speak no engles but
dinero I talk it fluent
Dead presidents,
big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers,
my niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") like the
strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make
it rain ("money")
In California niggaz die ("for the
money")
From the South to New York,
them bullets fly for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It
don't matter where you from
If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")
