The Game - Money (feat. Betty Wright)

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 Roc's the president like Mt Rushmore Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors I ain't going back to jail nigga thats what I flush for My money or my glock? Who do I trust more? I dunno, it's the prolly the one that I touch more Guess its the green, coz money motivate niggas And my Rolex races, coz it hates niggas I only used to sell 8's, like that Laker nigga Now I'm moving 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 will find your brains all over the kitchen sink about... [Chorus] (Money) Dead presidents, big paper (For the money) Benjamins, skycrapers, my niggas get (Money) My bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll 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 getting (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that (Money) [Verse 2] Yeah I get it, that Baby and Slim cash money All the jury on your whole crew, thats my tax money That Pablo, Escobar crack money That LeBron first Nike contract money That make it rain on my niggas throwing stack money Stack it to the ceiling then call it Shaq money That walk in the club, straight to the back money Flava love, delicious sitting on my lap money That rat money, niggas get clapped money Air Force One's don't bend when I track money Ooooh, I'm rich like Porter Having alpo nightmares, whipping that water Like McDonalds I was flipping them orders In that '02 Porsche truck weaving through borders I was still flipping quarters when I made my first mill I'm a bottom dollar, 50 Cent ain't real [Chorus] (Money) Dead presidents, big paper (For the money) Benjamins, skycrapers, my niggas get (Money) My bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll 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 getting (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that (Money) [Verse 3] Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that Patron, tell em we three cases Fuck a black card, you seen these green faces? Look at my chest, now you seen Vegas Treat my money like the Cristyle that we wasted Coz I'm a money machine, I can remake it You a fool thinking that Freddie 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 Dwight Howard Next I'll be a free agent I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed Asians Half-Asians in the kitchen cooking in Louis V aprons Word to Martha Stuart If I can park a Buick Then I can flip a greens truck, I got the heart to do it Ball like the nigga Tony Parker do it Speak no English but De Niro I talk it fluent [Chorus] (Money) Dead presidents, big paper (For the money) Benjamins, skycrapers, my niggas get (Money) My bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I'll 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 getting (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that (Money) Get, get, get, get, get-getcha paper, boy Get, get, get, get, get-getcha paper, boy Get, get, get, get, get-getcha paper,