Get Ya Money Right-The Game/JT the Bigga Figga featuring Rappin 4/Young Epic

Get Ya Money Right - 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 F**k the police, they hop out and bust doors I ain't goin' back to jail, ni**a 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 ni**a Now I'm movin' 24's like I play at the Staples Center You might miss The Game so ni**a 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 f**kin' kitchen sink about Dead presidents, big paper (For the money) Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get (Money) My b**ches 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 motherf**ker keep gettin' that (Money) 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 Ooh, 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? Dead presidents, big paper (For the money) Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get (Money) My b**ches 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 motherf**ker keep gettin' that (Money) Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases Order that Patron, tell 'em we want three cases F**k a black car, you see these green faces? Look at my chest, now you seen vagas Treat my money like the cristal that we wastin' 'Cause I'm a money machine, I could remake it You a fool thinkin' that Freddy could see Jason I've been iced out, like who the f**k 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 ni**a Tony Parker do it Speak no engles but Dinero I talk it fluent Dead presidents, big paper (For the money) Benjamins, skyscrapers, my niggaz get (Money) My b**ches 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 motherf**ker keep gettin' that (Money)