Get Money, Spend Money, No Money

Tell me all my children fore i come throught is the hood in the buildin'(yes)
You wont belive what im dealing this west coas sh*t  oh what a feelin (ahhhh)
Niggaz think im drug dealin cus i roled out with no muthaf**kin' sealing (none)
Is he worth a hundren million no need to ask Ice Cube how im livin (im living loc)
I still got the recipe  South Central LA is the pedigree
Dont try to tell me wuh it better be  i have your a** 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 im so heavy u b**ches couldnt carry me
Get money spend money no money  lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)
Your money aint my f**king 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 dont give a f**k)
Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
I dont accept no disrespect only thing i expect is self check
Just grin and bare it  got an a** whooping that your a** dont 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 before they callin' us terrorists ni**a-im serious (I)
Keep it gangsta but i keeps a job cus its  hard to sleep when u steal and rob (and ya)
Got to run cus here comes the blob cus  Uncle Sam is like part of the Mobb
Break your self he'll take your wealth dont get it twisted u a muthaf**kin' elf
And SantaClause will go for self all u got is your balls and your health
Get money spend money no money  lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)
Your money aint my f**king 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 dont give a f**k)
Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)
Niggaz brag about what they got  but we dont own a skyscraper  now thats paypa
One generation from slums  happy for these little crumb   you little bums
We saw u pull up but ni**a shut up (Shut up)  you always talk about a f**kin' car or truck
You always talkin' bout some f**kin' rims on terrior  that kinda sh*t will keep an a** inferior
Im tryina eat tomorro  not tryina hear bout the little bitty sh*t u ball
Saw your little bitty house on cribs  where u f**k your wife and feed your kids (uhuhh)
Ni**a be quiet aint sh*t private  everything for sail u can buy it
All this self snitchin'  all this self tellin' muthaf**kas going back to the watermelon
Get money spend money no money  lookin' like a dummy (i really dont give a f**k)
Your money aint my f**king 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 dont give a f**k)
Your money aint my f**king 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 dont give a f**k)
Your money aint my f**king 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 dont give a f**k)
Your money aint my f**king money got a pocket full of money (c'mon homie throw it up)