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  • Текст песни The Game - Money

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    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 Roc's the president like Mt Rushmore
    Fuck the police, they hop out and bust doors
    I ain't going back to jail nigga thats what I flush for
    My money or my glock?
    Who do I trust more?
    I dunno, it's the prolly the one that I touch more
    Guess its the green, coz money motivate niggas
    And my Rolex races, coz it hates niggas
    I only used to sell 8's, like that Laker nigga
    Now I'm moving 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 will find your brains all over the kitchen sink about...

    [Chorus]

    (Money)
    Dead presidents, big paper
    (For the money)
    Benjamins, skycrapers, my niggas get
    (Money)
    My bitches get
    (Money)
    Like the strippers get
    From the block to the club I'll make it rain
    (Money)
    In California niggas die
    (For the money)
    From the South to New York them bullets fly for the
    (Money)
    Don't stop getting
    (Money)
    It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that
    (Money)

    [Verse 2]

    Yeah
    I get it, that Baby and Slim cash money
    All the jury on your whole crew, thats my tax money
    That Pablo, Escobar crack money
    That LeBron first Nike contract money
    That make it rain on my niggas throwing stack money
    Stack it to the ceiling then call it Shaq money
    That walk in the club, straight to the back money
    Flava love, delicious sitting on my lap money
    That rat money, niggas get clapped money
    Air Force One's don't bend when I track money
    Ooooh, I'm rich like Porter
    Having alpo nightmares, whipping that water
    Like McDonalds I was flipping them orders
    In that '02 Porsche truck weaving through borders
    I was still flipping quarters when I made my first mill
    I'm a bottom dollar, 50 Cent ain't real

    [Chorus]

    (Money)
    Dead presidents, big paper
    (For the money)
    Benjamins, skycrapers, my niggas get
    (Money)
    My bitches get
    (Money)
    Like the strippers get
    From the block to the club I'll make it rain
    (Money)
    In California niggas die
    (For the money)
    From the South to New York them bullets fly for the
    (Money)
    Don't stop getting
    (Money)
    It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that
    (Money)

    [Verse 3]

    Somebody tell Snoop to pop open them briefcases
    Order that Patron, tell em we three cases
    Fuck a black card, you seen these green faces?
    Look at my chest, now you seen Vegas
    Treat my money like the Cristyle that we wasted
    Coz I'm a money machine, I can remake it
    You a fool thinking that Freddie could see Jason
    I been iced-out, like who the fuck need Jacob
    The Doc told me to be patient
    But I want money like Dwight Howard
    Next I'll be a free agent
    I'm tryna make enough money so I can feed Asians
    Half-Asians in the kitchen cooking in Louis V aprons
    Word to Martha Stuart
    If I can park a Buick
    Then I can flip a greens truck, I got the heart to do it
    Ball like the nigga Tony Parker do it
    Speak no English but De Niro I talk it fluent

    [Chorus]

    (Money)
    Dead presidents, big paper
    (For the money)
    Benjamins, skycrapers, my niggas get
    (Money)
    My bitches get
    (Money)
    Like the strippers get
    From the block to the club I'll make it rain
    (Money)
    In California niggas die
    (For the money)
    From the South to New York them bullets fly for the
    (Money)
    Don't stop getting
    (Money)
    It don't matter where you from if you hustle motherfucker keep getting that
    (Money)

    Get, get, get, get, get-getcha paper, boy
    Get, get, get, get, get-getcha paper, boy
    Get, get, get, get, get-getcha paper,

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