Get The Money Lyrics

Get The Money lyrics

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[Verse 1]

We getting money got the getting money

My nigga from Rap a Lot get the money

Nigga from tha row get the money

Stick wid it niggas is get the money

Westcoast mafia

I gave the gangbanging like fuck the money now I see

My riches to get my milk and honey as I touch the stage

Prescious my life of caine women scream my name while

Sipping on champane we came perpacked in this rap game

And I'm a rider to deth living the life of fame to my last breath

I see that when the money came that's when the women changed

Fascinated by lexus and gold chains luxury cars conversating with

Movie stars now they feening justing to know who we are

We rap stars getting the paper like tony draper

Living major like 40 water far from pulling capers killa

Califonia sunshine ya ass all mine as I drop the top on cloud nine

From a 500 to a 600 mercedes ladys praying that they catch me

On I 80 yea we get the money



[Chorus]

Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket

Drops I know you hate me cuz I'm getting my rice and gravey

In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money

Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket

Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas

Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money



[Verse 2]

Killa cali where the gangbangers kill thugs stacking money

Make a mill come short on my scrill till I magnum off in your grill

In luxury cars sitting on 20 inch wheels influnced by

Big ballers up on a hill addicted to having money stacked up

In large bills I gotta shake the hills and blend in with the real

Cuz I'm seeing too much of this penitentury steel

Holler if you hear me my dogs touch me if you feel me

Got these pinky slugs my neighborhood tryina kill me

As I seem to escape death caught up in this rap game

Give a shot out to my locs caught up in the crack game

Stacking for caine but ghetto started the fame only mission to game

From life of poverty pain I will remain the same

And money can never change these true thugs dedicated

To the game to get the money



[Chorus]

Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket

Drops I know you hate me cuz I'm getting my rice and gravey

In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money

Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket

Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas

Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money



[Verse 3]

I'm on blunted fast cars in the pit like movie stars

Hear the women scream their heads off when they find out who we are

Platinum lexus full of baggets and crushed carrots keep'em jocking

When I'm on stage with 30,000 rocking my lyics spiced out

Ear and neck wrist iced out versachi cloths keep me glowing at night

When the lights out yeah I come dressed to impress

But only the best shit drank cristal and moet

My crew pack smith and wess with bulletproof vest

And if it's broke when I finished pissing then they handle the rest

Like a don heavy head when the bed get rest body parts

Scattered to ocean shores to the wild wild west fool

This is westcoast mafia better think before you jump

I meet my nigga teado at the roof in the rain with the mausburg pump

Kill'em up my nigg fill'em up make sure they dead

I give a fuck no luck put slugs in both of they heads

We get the money



[Chorus]

Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket

Drops I know you hate me cuz I'm getting my rice and gravey

In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money

Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket

Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas

Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money