The Game - Money

LRC by lzh ,from jiangxi pingxiang

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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

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