Get Money, Spend Money, No Money

Yeah

Gangsta

Tell me all my children 'fore I come through

Is the hood in the buildin'? Yes

You won't believe what I'm dealin', this West Coast sh*t

Oh, what a feelin'

Ni*az think I'm drug dealin'

'Cause I rolled out with no muthaf*kin' sealin', none

Is he worth a hundred million?

No need to ask Ice Cube how I'm livin', I'm livin' loc

I still got the recipe

South Central LA is the pedigree

Don't try to tell me what it better be

I have your ass up in physical therapy

I outlaw like a Cherokee

The rap industry tried to bury me

But if I die on a mike of a leraby

I'm so heavy you bi*hes couldn't carry me

Get money, spend money, no money

Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f*ck

Your money ain't my f*kin' money

Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money

Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f*ck

Your money ain't my f*ckin' money

Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up

I don't accept, no disrespect

Only thing I expect is self check

Just grin and bare it, got an ass whoopin'

That your ass don't wanna inherit

Most rappers are parrots, they say what

They told to say to get a neck fool of carrots

Got your momma embarrassed

How long 'fore they callin' us terrorists, ni*ga, I'm serious

I keep it gangsta but I keeps a job

'Cause it's hard to sleep when you steal and rob

And ya got to run, here comes the blob

'Cause Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb

Break your self, he'll take your wealth

Don't get it twisted, you a muthaf*ckin' elf

And Santa Clause will go for self

All you got is your balls and your health

Get money, spend money, no money

Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f*ck

Your money ain't my f*ckin' money

Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money

Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f*ck

Your money ain't my f*ckin' money

Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up

Nig*az brag about what they got

But we don't own a skyscraper, now that's paper

One generation from slums

Happy for these little crumbs, you little bums

We saw you pull up but ni*a shut up, shut up

You always talk about a f*ckin' car or truck

You always talkin' 'bout some f*ckin' rims on terrier

That kinda sh*t will keep an ass inferior

I'm tryna eat tomorrow, not tryin' to hear

'Bout the little bitty sh*t you ball

Saw your little bitty house on Cribs

Where you f*ck your wife and feed your kids

Ni*ga be quiet, ain't shit private

Everythin' for sale, you can buy it

All this self snitchin', all this self tellin'

Muthaf*ckas goin' back to the watermelon

Get money, spend money, no money

Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f*ck

Your money ain't my f*ckin' money

Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money

Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f*ck

Your money ain't my f*ckin' money

Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money

Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f*ck

Your money ain't my f*ckin' money

Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up

Get money, spend money, no money

Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f*ck

Your money ain't my f*ckin' money

Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up