• 标题:Money
  • 歌手:The Game
  • 专辑:L.A.X.
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    The Game - 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 goin back to jail nigga that 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 niggas
    And my rolex races cause it hate niggas
    I use to only sell 8s like that laker nigga
    Now I'm movin 24s 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
    Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
    My Bitches get
    Like the strippers get
    From the block to the club I make it rain
    In California niggas die
    From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
    Don't stop gettin
    It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that
    Yeah Yeah
    I get it that baby and slim cash money
    All the jewlery on your whole crew that's my tax money
    That pablo escabar crack money
    That Lebron first nike contract money
    That make it rain all my niggas 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 rat money niggas get clapped money
    Air force ones don't bend when I track money
    Ooh I'm rich like ?
    Havin Alpo nightmares whippin that border
    Like McDonalds I was flippin them orders
    In that '02 porsche truck weavin 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 niggas get
    My Bitches get
    Like the strippers get
    From the block to the club I make it rain
    In California niggas die
    From the south to new york the bullets fly for the
    Don't stop gettin
    It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that
    Ooh Somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases
    Order that patron tell em we want 3 cases
    Fuck a black card you see these green faces
    Look at my chest... now you've seen Vegas
    Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin
    Cause I'm a money machine I can re-make 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 asains in the kitchen cookin in louis v aprons
    Word to martha stewart if I can park a buick
    Then I can flip a breech truck I got the heart to do it
    Ball like the nigga tony parker do it
    Speak no englis but dinero I talk it fluent
    Dead presidents, Big paper
    Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get
    My Bitches get
    Like the strippers get
    From the block to the club I make it rain
    In California niggas die
    From the south to new york the 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 cha paper boy
    Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
    Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy
    Get Get Get Get Get Get Yea!