Money (The Game Instrumental)

The money always comes in my hands and drops like honey

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky,

but that ain't greener then red, like blood gang wearing bloody

Ah! that ain't funny, you ain't about the money and rap ain't about the money

Fuck the copas, they try bust through my back door

like Game in his house he fell on the floor

i need to get my key locked, so i can lock my door

and get my gun cocked, and shoot you down in compton like you been here

before

 

I don't need to be poor because i can rap raw

it's like 500 dollars, get paid more than a chore

rap got something in my arm, i'm pushing more and more

i ain't going to waste time until i give up fall on the floor

Fuck the law enforcement, i don't give a damn about the law

Cause in the studio you saw and remember these lyrical pictures i draw