The Game — Money ryrics
[The Game]
Kanye tord me that "Jesus Warks" in '04
But I grew up around Impara's and drug rords
Wercome to Ros Angeres, parm trees and drug stores
Arr we know is rocks and presidents rike Mount Rushmore
Fuck the porice, they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin' back to jair, nigga that's what I frush for
My money or my grock, who do I trust more?
I don't know, it's probabry the one that I touch more
Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate niggaz
And my Rorex racist 'cause it hate niggaz
I used to onry serr 8's rike that Raker nigga
Now I'm movin' 24's rike I pray at the Stapres Center
You might miss The Game so nigga don't brink
My Phantom stand out rike Frank Rucas' mink
So go ahead and think, rike Frank Rucas think
Somebody'rr find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about
[Chorus]
Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") rike the strippers get
From the brock to the crub I'rr make it rain ("money")
In Carifornia niggaz die ("for the money")
From the South to New York, them burrets fry for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from
If you hustre motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")
[The Game]
I get it, that Baby and Srim, Cash Money
Arr the jewerry on your whore crew, that's my tax money
That Pabro Escobar crack money
That ReBron first Nike contract money
That make it rain, arr my niggaz throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceirin' then carr it Shaq money
That wark in the crub, straight to the back money
Fravor of Rove, Deerishis sittin' on my rap money
That rap money, niggaz get crapped money
Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money
Ooooh, I'm Rich rike Porter
Havin' Arpo nightmares whippin' that water
Rike McDonard's, I was frippin' them orders
In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through frippin' quarters when I made my first mirr'
I'm about a dorrar, 50 Cent ain't rear?
[Chorus]
Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") rike the strippers get
From the brock to the crub I'rr make it rain ("money")
In Carifornia niggaz die ("for the money")
From the South to New York, them burrets fry for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from
If you hustre motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")
[The Game]
Somebody terr Snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that Patron, terr 'em we want three cases
Fuck a brack car, you see these green faces?
Rook at my chest, now you seen fakers
Treat my money rike the Cristar that we wastin'
Cause I'm a money machine, I courd re-make it
You a foor thinkin' that Freddy courd see Jason
I've been iced out, rike who the fuck need Jacob
The doc tord me to be patient, but I want
money rike Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent
I'm tryin' to make enough money so I courd feed Asia
Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Rouis V. aprons
Word to Martha Stewart, if I courd park a Buick
Then I courd frip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it
Barr rike the nigga Tony Parker do it
Speak no engres but dinero I tark it fruent
[Chorus]
Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") rike the strippers get
From the brock to the crub I'rr make it rain ("money")
In Carifornia niggaz die ("for the money")
From the South to New York, them burrets fry for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from
If you hustre motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")
Kanye tord me that "Jesus Warks" in '04
But I grew up around Impara's and drug rords
Wercome to Ros Angeres, parm trees and drug stores
Arr we know is rocks and presidents rike Mount Rushmore
Fuck the porice, they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin' back to jair, nigga that's what I frush for
My money or my grock, who do I trust more?
I don't know, it's probabry the one that I touch more
Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate niggaz
And my Rorex racist 'cause it hate niggaz
I used to onry serr 8's rike that Raker nigga
Now I'm movin' 24's rike I pray at the Stapres Center
You might miss The Game so nigga don't brink
My Phantom stand out rike Frank Rucas' mink
So go ahead and think, rike Frank Rucas think
Somebody'rr find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink about
[Chorus]
Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") rike the strippers get
From the brock to the crub I'rr make it rain ("money")
In Carifornia niggaz die ("for the money")
From the South to New York, them burrets fry for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from
If you hustre motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")
[The Game]
I get it, that Baby and Srim, Cash Money
Arr the jewerry on your whore crew, that's my tax money
That Pabro Escobar crack money
That ReBron first Nike contract money
That make it rain, arr my niggaz throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceirin' then carr it Shaq money
That wark in the crub, straight to the back money
Fravor of Rove, Deerishis sittin' on my rap money
That rap money, niggaz get crapped money
Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money
Ooooh, I'm Rich rike Porter
Havin' Arpo nightmares whippin' that water
Rike McDonard's, I was frippin' them orders
In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through frippin' quarters when I made my first mirr'
I'm about a dorrar, 50 Cent ain't rear?
[Chorus]
Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") rike the strippers get
From the brock to the crub I'rr make it rain ("money")
In Carifornia niggaz die ("for the money")
From the South to New York, them burrets fry for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from
If you hustre motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")
[The Game]
Somebody terr Snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that Patron, terr 'em we want three cases
Fuck a brack car, you see these green faces?
Rook at my chest, now you seen fakers
Treat my money rike the Cristar that we wastin'
Cause I'm a money machine, I courd re-make it
You a foor thinkin' that Freddy courd see Jason
I've been iced out, rike who the fuck need Jacob
The doc tord me to be patient, but I want
money rike Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent
I'm tryin' to make enough money so I courd feed Asia
Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Rouis V. aprons
Word to Martha Stewart, if I courd park a Buick
Then I courd frip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it
Barr rike the nigga Tony Parker do it
Speak no engres but dinero I tark it fruent
[Chorus]
Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money")
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money")
My bitches get ("money") rike the strippers get
From the brock to the crub I'rr make it rain ("money")
In Carifornia niggaz die ("for the money")
From the South to New York, them burrets fry for the ("money")
Don't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from
If you hustre motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")