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 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