The Game

The Game - Money

rate me

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

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 motivate 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 gettin' 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 Vegas

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 ingles 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")

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