Game Money Lyrics

Money Lyrics

[The Game]

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

Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors

I ain't goin' back to
jail, nigga 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 niggaz

And my Rolex racist 'cause
it hate niggaz

I used to only sell 8's like that Laker nigga

Now
I'm movin' 24's 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]

Dead presidents,
big paper ("for the money")

Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get
("money")

My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get

From the
block to the club I'll make it rain ("money")

In California niggaz 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 motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")



[The
Game]

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 niggaz
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, niggaz get clapped
money

Air Force One's don't bend when I trap money

Ooooh, 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?



[Chorus]

Dead presidents, big paper ("for the money")

Benjamins, skyscrapers, my
niggaz get ("money")

My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get

From the block to the club I'll make it rain ("money")

In California
niggaz 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 motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")



[The Game]

Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases

Order
that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases

Fuck a black car, you see these
green faces?

Look at my chest, now you seen fakers

Treat my money
like the Cristal that we wastin'

Cause I'm a money machine, I could
re-make it

You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason

I've
been iced out, like who the fuck 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 nigga Tony Parker do it

Speak no
engles but dinero I talk it fluent



[Chorus]

Dead presidents,
big paper ("for the money")

Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get
("money")

My bitches get ("money") like the strippers get

From the
block to the club I'll make it rain ("money")

In California niggaz 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 motherfucker keep gettin' that ("money")