Money (Explicit Album Version) - The Game

Lyrics by：J. Taylor/A. Lyon/Marcello Valenzano/E. Montilla

Composed by：E. Montilla

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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

**** the police they hop out and bust doors

I ain't goin' back to jail

N***a 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 n***as

And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate n***as

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

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

You might miss the game so n***a 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 ****in' kitchen sink about

Dead presidents big paper

Benjamins skyscrapers my n***as get money

My *****es get money

Like the strippers get

From the block to the club

I'll make it rain money

In California n***as 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 mother****er 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 president big paper for the money

Benjamins skyscrapers my n***as get money

My *****es get money like the strippers get

From the block to the club

I'll make it rain money

In California n***as 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 mother****er keep gettin' that money

Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases

Order that Patron tell 'em we want three cases

**** a black card 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 **** 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 money

Ball like the n***a Tony Parker do it

Speak no Ingles but dinero I talk it fluent

Dead president big paper for the money

Benjamins skyscrapers my n***as get money

My *****es get money like the strippers get

From the block to the club I'll make it rain money

In California n***as 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 mother****er keep gettin' that money

G-g-g-g-g-get your paper boy

G-g-g-g-g-get your paper boy

G-g-g-g-g-get your paper boy

G-g-g-g-g-get get money money

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