Money, for the money [Repeat: x2] [Verse 1] 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 ain't goin' back to jail nigga that 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 niggas And my Rolex races cause it hate niggas I use to only sell 8s like that Laker nigga Now I'm movin' 24s like I play at the staples center You might miss the game so nigga 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 fuckin' kitchen sink about [Chorus] (Money) Dead presidents, Big paper (For the Money) Benjamins, Skyscrapers, My niggas get (Money) My Bitches get (Money) Like the strippers get From the block to the club I make it rain (Money) In California niggas die (For the Money) From the south to new york the bullets fly for the (Money) Don't stop gettin' (Money) It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep gettin' that (Money) [Verse 2] Yeah Yeah 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 niggas throw a stack money 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 money Air force ones don't bend when I track money Oh I'm rich like porter, Havin' Alpo nightmares whippin' that border Like McDonald's 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 [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Ooh Somebody tell snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that patron tell em we want 3 cases Fuck a black card you see these green faces Look at my chest, now you've seen Vegas Treat my money like the Crystal 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 fuck 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 tryin' to make enough money so I can feed Asia Have Asians 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 nigga Tony Parker do it Speak no englis but Dinero I talk it fluent [Chorus] Get get get get g-get your paper boy [Repeat: x3] Get get get get get get yea!