The Game - Money (Instrumental)

Lyrics (Hook) Money For the money Money Money Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah 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 Fuck the police they hop out and bust doors I aint goin back to jail nigga thats what I flush for My money or my glock, who do I trust more I dont know it's prolly the one that I touch more Guess Its the green cause paper motivate niggas And my Rolex's racist, cause it hate niggas I used to only sell eighths Like that Laker nigga And now Im movin twenty-fours like I play at the Staples Center You might miss The Game so nigga dont blink My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas' mink So go ahead and think Like Frank Lucas think Somebodyll find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink About Money Dead presidents, big paper For the money Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggas get Money My bitches get Money Like the strippers get Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah From the block to the club I make it rain Money In California niggas die For the money From the south to New York them bullets fly for the Money Dont stop gettin' Money It dont matter where youre from if you hustle mothahfucka' keep getting that Money Yeahhh I get at that Baby and Slim Cash money All the jewelry on your whole crew, thats my tax money That Pablo Escobar crack money That Lebron first Nike contract money That make it rain on my nigga throwin' stack ...



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