[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
jewlery
on
your
whole
crew
that's
my
tax
money
That
pablo
escabar
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
Ooh
I'm
rich
like
[?
]
Havin
Alpo
nightmares
whippin
that
border
Like
McDonalds
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:]
(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
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
cristal
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
tryna
make
enough
money
so
I
can
feed
Asia
Have
asains
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:]
(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)
Get
Get
Get
Get
G-Get
cha
paper
boy
Get
Get
Get
Get
G-Get
cha
paper
boy
Get
Get
Get
Get
G-Get
cha
paper
boy
Get
Get
Get
Get
Get
Get
Yea!