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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 ain’t goin back to jail nigga that’s what I flush for My money or my glock. Who do I trust more? I don’t know it’s prolly the one that I touch more Guess It’s 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 I’m movin twenty fours 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
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 money in California niggas 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’re 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 don’t bend when I trap money ohhhhh I’m 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 I’m about a dollar fifty cent ain’t 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 don’t stop gettin money it don’t matter where you’re 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 you’ve seen vegas I treat my money like the cristal that we wasted Cuz I’m 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 I’m 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 don’t stop gettin money it don’t matter where you’re from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that money