Money

(Hook)

money

for the money

money

money

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

money

[Verse 1]

Kanye told me that Jesus walks in 04

But I grew up around impalas and drug lords

Welcome to los angelos palm trees and drug stores

All we know is rocks and presidents 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 prolly the one that I touch more

Guess It's the green cuz paper motivate niggas

And my rolex races cuz it hate niggas

I used to only sell eighths

Like that laker nigga

and now I'm movin twenty fours 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

[Refrão]

money

dead presidents big paper money

benjamins skyscrapers my niggas get

money

my bitches get

money

like the strippers get

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

from the block to the club I make it rain

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money

in California niggas 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're from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that

money

[Verse 2]

yeahhh I get at that baby and slim cash money

all the jewelry on your whole crew-thats my tax money

and That Pablo Escobar crack money

that labron first nike contract money

that make it rain on my nigga throw it stack money

stack it to the ceiling then call it shaq money

that walk in the club straight to the back money

flavor of love delicious sittin on my lap money

that rap money niggas get clap money

air force ones don't bend when I trap money

ohhhhh I'm rich like porter

havin alpo nightmares whippin that border

like mcdonalds I was flippin them orders

in that 02 porsche truck

with and through borders

I was through flippin quarters when I made my first mil

I'm about a dollar

fifty cent ain't real

[Refrão]

[Verse 3]

somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases

order that patron tell em we want three cases

fuck a black card. You see these green faces

look at my chest

now you've seen vegas

I treat my money like the cristal that we wasted

Cuz I'm a money machine I can remake it

You a fool thinkin that freddy could see jason

I been iced out like who the fuck need Jacob?

The doc told me to be patient but I want money like the Dwight Howard

Next time he a free agent

I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed asia

and 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 brinx truck

I got the heart to do it

Ball like the nigga tony parker do it

Speak no ingles but dinero I talk it fluent

[Refão]

money

dead presidents big paper

money

benjamins skyscrapers my niggas get

money

my bitches get

money

like the strippers get

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

from the block to the club I make it rain

money

in California niggas 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're from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that

money

get get get get getcha paper boy

get get get get getcha paper boy

get get get get getcha paper boy

get get get get get get GET!

(Hook)

Money

Money

Money

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Money