Get the Money

[Verse 1] We getting money got the getting money My nigga from Rap a Lot get the money Nigga from tha row get the money Stick wid it niggas is get the money Westcoast mafia I gave the gangbanging like fuck the money now I see My riches to get my milk and honey as I touch the stage Prescious my life of caine women scream my name while Sipping on champane we came perpacked in this rap game And I'm a rider to deth living the life of fame to my last breath I see that when the money came that's when the women changed Fascinated by lexus and gold chains luxury cars conversating with Movie stars now they feening justing to know who we are We rap stars getting the paper like tony draper Living major like 40 water far from pulling capers killa Califonia sunshine ya ass all mine as I drop the top on cloud nine From a 500 to a 600 mercedes ladys praying that they catch me On I 80 yea we get the money [Hook] Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket Drops I know you hate me cuz I'm getting my rice and gravey In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money [Verse 2] Killa cali where the gangbangers kill thugs stacking money Make a mill come short on my scrill till I magnum off in your grill In luxury cars sitting on 20 inch wheels influnced by Big ballers up on a hill addicted to having money stacked up In large bills I gotta shake the hills and blend in with the real Cuz I'm seeing too much of this penitentury steel Holler if you hear me my dogs touch me if you feel me Got these pinky slugs my neighborhood tryina kill me As I seem to escape death caught up in this rap game Give a shot out to my locs caught up in the crack game Stacking for caine but ghetto started the fame only mission to game From life of poverty pain I will remain the same And money can never change these true thugs dedicated To the game to get the money [Hook] Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket Drops I know you hate me cuz I'm getting my rice and gravey In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money [Verse 3] I'm on blunted fast cars in the pit like movie stars Hear the women scream their heads off when they find out who we are Platinum lexus full of baggets and crushed carrots keep'em jocking When I'm on stage with 30,000 rocking my lyics spiced out Ear and neck wrist iced out versachi cloths keep me glowing at night When the lights out yeah I come dressed to impress But only the best shit drank cristal and moet My crew pack smith and wess with bulletproof vest And if it's broke when I finished pissing then they handle the rest Like a don heavy head when the bed get rest body parts Scattered to ocean shores to the wild wild west fool This is westcoast mafia better think before you jump I meet my nigga teado at the roof in the rain with the mausburg pump Kill'em up my nigg fill'em up make sure they dead I give a fuck no luck put slugs in both of they heads We get the money [Hook] Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket Drops I know you hate me cuz I'm getting my rice and gravey In my mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money Rest in peace to the homeboy pac representing westcoast till my casket Drops california be the state full of diamonds and well boss playas Pushing big body as L V-12 we get the money