Get Money, Spend Money, No Money Lyrics

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 shit
Oh, what a feelin', ahh

Niggaz 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 a*s 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 bitches couldn't carry me

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f**k
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**k
Your money ain't my f**kin' 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 a*s whoopin'
That your a*s 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 embarra*sed
How long 'fore they callin' us terrorists, nigga, 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**kin' 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**k
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**k
Your money ain't my f**kin' money
Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up

Niggaz brag about what they got
But we don't own a skyscraper, now that's paper
One generation from slums
Happy for these little crumb, you little bums

We saw you pull up but nigga shut up, shut up
You always talk about a f**kin' car or truck
You always talkin' 'bout some f**kin' rims on terrier
That kinda shit will keep an a*s inferior

I'm tryna eat tomorrow, not tryin' to hear
'Bout the little bitty shit you ball
Saw your little bitty house on Cribs
Where you f**k your wife and feed your kids

Nigga be quiet, ain't shit private
Everythin' for sale, you can buy it
All this self snitchin', all this self tellin'
Muthaf**kas goin' back to the watermelon

Get money, spend money, no money
Lookin' like a dummy, I really don't give a f**k
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**k
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**k
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**k
Your money ain't my f**kin' money
Got a pocket full of money, c'mon homie, throw it up

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