Money

歌手： Jeremiah Jae • 专辑：Money • 发布时间：2012-05-14 
作词 : -
 作曲 : -
The Game - Money

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
**** the police they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin back to jail shit that what I flush fo
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 nigga
And my rolex races cause it hate nigga
I use to only sell 8s like that laker mother****er
Now I'm movin 24s like I play at the staples center
You might miss the game so nigga don't blin
My phantom stand out like Frank Lucas mink
So go ahead and think like Frank Lucas think
Somebody'll find your brains on the nigga kitchen sink abou
Dead presidents, Big paper
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas ge
My b*****s ge
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
In California niggas di
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 mother****ers keep gettin tha
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 mone
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 mone
Air force ones don't bend when I track money
Ooh I'm rich like ?
Havin Alpo nighniggares whippin that borde
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 ge
My b*****s ge
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
In California niggas di
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 mother****ers keep gettin tha
Ooh Somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that patron tell em we want 3 cases
**** 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 **** 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 ****in' tony parker do it
Speak no englis but dinero I talk it fluent
Dead presidents, Big paper
Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas ge
My b*****s ge
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I make it rain
In California niggas di
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 mother****ers keep gettin tha
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!
📥 下载LRC歌词 📄 下载TXT歌词

支持卡拉OK同步显示，可用记事本编辑