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The Game

"Get Ya Money Right"

Kanye told me that Jesus walks in '04
But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords
Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug stores
All we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmore

f*ck the police, they hop out and bust doors
I ain't goin' back to jail, n*gga that's 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 n*ggas
And my Rolex racist 'cause it hate n*ggas
I used to only sell 8's like that Laker n*gga
Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center

You might miss The Game so n*gga 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 f*ckin' kitchen sink about

Dead presidents, big paper
(For the money)
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my n*ggas get
(Money)

My b*tches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make it rain
(Money)

In California n*ggas die
(For the money)
From the South to New York them bullets fly for the
(Money)

Don't stop gettin'
(Money)
It don't matter where you from
If you hustle motherf*cker keep gettin' that
(Money)

I get it, that baby and slim, cash money
All the jewelry on your whole crew, that's my tax money
That Pablo Escobar crack money
That LeBron first Nike contract money

That make it rain, all my n*ggas throw a stack money
Stack it to the ceilin' then call it Shaq money
That walk in the club, straight to the back money
Flavor of Love, Deelishis sittin' on my lap money

That rap money, n*ggas get clapped money
Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money
Ooh, I'm rich like Porter
Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that water

Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders
In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders
I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill'
I'm about a dollar, 50 Cent ain't real?

Dead presidents, big paper
(For the money)
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my n*ggas get
(Money)

My b*tches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make it rain
(Money)

In California n*ggas die
(For the money)
From the South to New York them bullets fly for the
(Money)

Don't stop gettin'
(Money)
It don't matter where you from
If you hustle motherf*cker keep gettin' that
(Money)

Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases
Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases
f*ck a black car, you see these green faces?
Look at my chest, now you seen vagas

Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin'
'Cause I'm a money machine, I could remake it
You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason
I've been iced out, like who the f*ck need Jacob

The doc told me to be patient but I want
Money like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent
I'm tryin' to make enough money so I could feed Asia
Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V aprons

Word to Martha Stewart if I could park a Buick
Then I could flip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it
Ball like the n*gga Tony Parker do it
Speak no engles but Dinero I talk it fluent

Dead presidents, big paper
(For the money)
Benjamins, skyscrapers, my n*ggas get
(Money)

My b*tches get
(Money)
Like the strippers get
From the block to the club I'll make it rain
(Money)

In California n*ggas die
(For the money)
From the South to New York them bullets fly for the
(Money)

Don't stop gettin'
(Money)
It don't matter where you from
If you hustle motherf*cker keep gettin' that
(Money)

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