Money Lyrics - L.a.x - Game

Money... For the Money [x2] 

[Verse 1:] 

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 

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[Chorus:] 

(Money) 

Dead presidents, Big paper 

(For the Money) 

Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get 

(Money) 

My Bitches get 

(Money) 

Like the strippers get 

From the block to the club I make it rain 

(Money) 

In California niggas die 

(For the Money) 

From the south to new york the bullets fly for the 

(Money) 

Don't stop gettin 

(Money) 

It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that 

(Money) 

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[Verse 2:] 

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 McDonald's 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 

[Chorus:] 

(Money) 

Dead presidents, Big paper 

(For the Money) 

Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get 

(Money) 

My Bitches get 

(Money) 

Like the strippers get 

From the block to the club I make it rain 

(Money) 

In California niggas die 

(For the Money) 

From the south to new york the bullets fly for the 

(Money) 

Don't stop gettin 

(Money) 

It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that 

(Money) 

[Verse 3:] 

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 

[Chorus:] 

(Money) 

Dead presidents, Big paper 

(For the Money) 

Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get 

(Money) 

My Bitches get 

(Money) 

Like the strippers get 

From the block to the club I make it rain 

(Money) 

In California niggas die 

(For the Money) 

From the south to new york the bullets fly for the 

(Money) 

Don't stop gettin 

(Money) 

It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin that 

(Money) 

Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy 

Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy 

Get Get Get Get G-Get cha paper boy 

Get Get Get Get Get Get Yea!