Money

Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04

But I grew up around Impalas 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 going back to jail, ****, 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 ****

And my Rolex is racist 'cause it hate ****

I used to only sell 8's like that Laker ****

Now I'm moving 24's like I play at the Staples Center

You might miss The Game, so ****, 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 fucking kitchen sink about

Dead presidents, big paper

Benjamins, skyscrapers, my **** get

My bitches get, like the strippers get

From the block to the club, I make it rain

In California, **** die

From the south to New York them bullets fly for the

Don't stop gettin'

It don't matter where you from if you hustle

Motherfucker, keep gettin' that

Yeah

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 **** throw a 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 **** get clapped money

Air Force Ones don't bend when I track money

Oh, I'm rich like Porter

Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that border

Like McDonald's I was flippin' them orders

In that '02 Porsche truck, whizzin' through borders

I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mil'

I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real

Dead presidents, big paper

Benjamins, Skyscrapers, my **** get

My bitches get, like the strippers get

From the block to the club I make it rain

In California **** die

From the south to New York them bullets fly for the

Don't stop gettin'

It don't matter where you from if you hustle

Motherfucker keep gettin' that

(Oh), 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

Treat my money like the Crystal that we wastin'

'Cause I'm a money machine, I can remake it

You a fool thinkin' that Freddy can see Jason

I been iced out like, "Who the fuck need Jacob?"

The doc told me to be patient, but I walked

Money like the white Howard, next time he a free agent

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

Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V aprons

Word to Martha Stewart if I can park a Buick

Then I can flip a breach truck, I got the heart to do it

Ball like the **** Tony Parker do it

Speak no ingles, but dinero, I talk it fluent

Dead presidents, big paper

Benjamins, Skyscrapers, my **** get

My bitches get, like the strippers get

From the block to the club I make it rain

In California **** die

From the south to New York them bullets fly for the

Don't stop gettin'

It don't matter where you from if you hustle

Motherfucker, keep gettin' that

Get, get, get, get, g-get your paper, boy

Get, get, get, get, g-get your paper, boy

Get, get, get, get, g-get your paper, boy

Get, get, get, get, get, get, get