[Intro: Marcus Black & Nipsey Hussle]
Hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money
All Money In
Make money, money
Make money, money, money
No Money Out
Hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money
Uh, yeah
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
[Verse 1: Nipsey Hussle]
Look
They always thinkin' small, I'm always livin' large
It's always pretty women hoppin' out my pretty car
I'm always takin' trips and not be goin' far
But they be payin' cash, so I be on my job
My brody made it home, now we back in the zone
First make a hundred thousand, then do it on parole
A n***a stop hatin' even on probation
I hustle harder, hustle smarter, and bring more cake in
Death to all talkin', watch demonstration
It's true the root of forced love is crew's infiltration
Watchin' n***as watch me as I stack this paper
Ain't no one chop a n***a down like I'm half Jamaican
No exaggeration, 'til then I ain't asked to take it
Now I'm the new crown holder and these streets is waitin'
Damn a n***a fly 'cause money on your mind
Put your hands in the sky like
[Chorus: Marcus Black]
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
[Post-Chorus: Marcus Black]
Now let me hear you say
Hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money
Yeah
Make money, money
Make money, money, money
Now everybody say
Hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money
Yeah
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
[Verse 2: Marcus Black]
Uh, one neck, three chains, n***a, god damn
I mob black, they movin' base like the Sox playin'
I'm goin' Full Force, Roxanne, Roxanne
They said I couldn't do it, I told 'em, "I can"
Or pick another n***a 'cause I will not lose
These are Louboutins, they are not shoes
Who want it, n***a? Duck, duck, goose
Four-door Aston lookin' like a coupe
I 'member when I used to dream about the paper
Now my mama open magazined and read about me, Paypa
Lookin' for the money? Everybody meet Paypa
Coldest n***a out, full-length mink, tailored
I never said I was the hardest or the illest
Just the realest to you midgets, I'm a giant in the buildin'
West side murder, south side Chicago
Money over everything and death to my rivals
Paypa
[Chorus: Marcus Black]
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about ('Bout)
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
[Post-Chorus: Marcus Black]
Hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money
Make money, money
Make money, money, money
Hey, money, money
Hey, money, money, money
All I dream about (About) is gettin' paper
(Paper)