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 presidents like
Mount Rushmore
F*** the police,
they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin' back to jail,
n**** 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 motivate n****s
And my Rolex racist 'cause
it hate n****s
I used to only sell 8's like
that Laker n****
Now I'm movin' 24's like I play
at the Staples Center
You might miss The Game so
n**** 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
f***in' kitchen sink about
Dead presidents,
big paper ("for the money")
Benjamin's, skyscrapers,
my n****s get ("money")
My b****es get ("money") like
the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll
make it rain ("money")
In California n****s 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 motherf***er 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 n****s 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,
n****s 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 pa per ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers,
my n****s get ("money")
My b****es get ("money") like
the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll
make it rain ("money")
In California n****s 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 motherf***er keep
gettin' that ("money")
Somebody tell Snoop to pop
open them briefcases
Order that Patron,
tell 'em we want three cases
F*** 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 f*** 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 n**** Tony Parker do it
Speak no engles but dinero I talk it fluent
Dead presidents,
big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers,
my n****s get ("money")
My b****es get ("money") like
the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll
make it rain ("money")
In California n****s 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
