![]() ![]() Speak no engles but dinero I talk it fluent Then I could flip a Brink's truck, I got the heart to do it Word to Martha Stewart, if I could park a Buick Have Asians in the kitchen cookin' in Louis V. I'm tryin' to make enough money so I could feed Asia Money like Dwight Howard, next time he a free agent ![]() The doc told me to be patient, but I want I've been iced out, like who the fuck need Jacob You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason Treat my money like the Cristal that we wastin'Ĭause I'm a money machine, I could re-make it Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three casesįuck a black car, you see these green faces? Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases I was through flippin' quarters when I made my first mill' In that '02 Porche truck, whizzin' through borders Like McDonald's, I was flippin' them orders Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that water That walk in the club, straight to the back moneyįlavor of Love, Deelishis sittin' on my lap moneyĪir Force One's don't bend when I trap money Stack it to the ceilin' then call it Shaq money That make it rain, all my niggaz throw a stack money If you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")Īll the jewelry on your whole crew, that's my tax money In California niggaz die ("for the money")įrom the South to New York, them bullets fly for the ("money")ĭon't stop gettin' ("money") It don't matter where you from My bitches get ("money") like the strippers getįrom the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money") Somebody'll find your brains on the fuckin' kitchen sink aboutĭead presidents, big paper ("for the money")īenjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get ("money") So go ahead and think, like Frank Lucas think My Phantom stand out like Frank Lucas' mink You might miss The Game so nigga don't blink Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center I used to only sell 8's like that Laker nigga Guess it's the green, 'cause paper motivate niggazĪnd my Rolex racist 'cause it hate niggaz I don't know, it's probably the one that I touch more My money or my glock, who do I trust more? I ain't goin' back to jail, nigga that's what I flush for Welcome to Los Angeles, palm trees and drug storesĪll we know is rocks and presidents like Mount Rushmoreįuck the police, they hop out and bust doors But I grew up around Impala's and drug lords ![]()
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