Get the Money - C-Bo
We getting money got the getting money
My ni**a from rap a lot get the money
Ni**a from the row get the money
Stick wid it niggas is get the money west coast mafia
I gave the gang banging like f**k the money now I see
My riches to get my milk and honey as I touch the stage
Precious my life of Cain women scream my name while
Sipping on champagne we came prepacked in this rap game
And I'm a rider to Beth 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 feeling 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
California sunshine ya a** all mine as I drop the top on cloud nine
From a 500 to a 600 Mercedes lady's praying that they catch me
On I 80 yeah we get the money
Rest in peace to the homeboy PAC
Representing west coast till my casket
Drops I know you hate me cause
I'm getting my rice and Graves
In my Mercedes on I 80 with your lady we get the money
Rest in peace to the homeboy PAC
Representing west coast till my casket
Drops California be the state full of diamonds
And well boss playas
Pushing big body as LV12 we get the money
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 influenced by
Big balers 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 penitential 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
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 west coast
Till my casket
Drops California be the state full of diamonds and well boss play as
Pushing big body as LV12 we get the money
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 bag gets and crushed carrots
Keep them jocking
When I'm on stage with 30000 rocking my lyrics 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 sh*t drank Crystal and Moet
My crew pack smith and mess 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 west coast mafia better think before you jump
I meet my ni**a tea do at the roof in the rain
With the Hapsburg pump
Kill them up my nigg fill them up make sure they dead
I give a f**k no luck put slugs in both of they heads
We get the money
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 LV12 we get the money
