Money ( Lyrics ) - LAX BRAND NEW 2008 - Game
money
for the money
money
money
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
money
Kanye told me that Jesus walks in 04
But I grew up around impalas and drug lords
Welcome to los angelos 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 aint goin back to jail nigga thats what I flush for
My money or my glock. Who do I trust more?
I dont know its prolly the one that I touch more
Guess Its the green cuz paper motivate niggas
And my rolex races cuz it hate niggas
I used to only sell eighths
Like that laker nigga
and now Im movin twenty fours like I play at the staples center
you might miss the game so nigga dont blink
my phantom stand out like frank lucas mink
so go ahead and think
like frank lucas think
somebodyll find your brains on the fuckin kitchen sink
money
dead presidents big paper money
benjamins skyscrapers my niggas get
money
my bitches get
money
like the strippers get
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
from the block to the club I make it rain
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money
in California niggas die
for the money
from the south to New York them bullets fly for the
money
dont stop gettin
money
it dont matter where youre from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that
money
yeahhh I get at that baby and slim cash money
all the jewelry on your whole crew-thats my tax money
and That Pablo Escobar crack money
that labron first nike contract money
that make it rain on my nigga throw it 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 niggas get clap money
air force ones dont bend when I trap money
ohhhhh Im rich like porter
havin alpo nightmares whippin that border
like mcdonalds I was flippin them orders
in that 02 porsche truck
with and through borders
I was through flippin quarters when I made my first mil
Im about a dollar
fifty cent aint real
money
dead presidents big paper
money
benjamins skyscrapers my niggas get
money
my bitches get
money
like the strippers get
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
from the block to the club I make it rain
money
in California niggas die
for the money
from the south to New York them bullets fly for the
money
dont stop gettin
money
it dont matter where youre from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that
money
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 youve seen vegas
I treat my money like the cristal that we wasted
Cuz Im a money machine I can remake it
You a fool thinkin that freddy 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 the Dwight Howard
Next time he a free agent
Im tryna make enough money so I can feed asia
and 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 brinx 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
money
dead presidents big paper
money
benjamins skyscrapers my niggas get
money
my bitches get
money
like the strippers get
ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
from the block to the club I make it rain
money
in California niggas die
for the money
from the south to New York them bullets fly for the
money
dont stop gettin
money
it dont matter where youre from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that
money
get get get get getcha paper boy
get get get get getcha paper boy
get get get get getcha paper boy
get get get get get get GET!
Money
Money
Money
Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
Money