Тональность: C minor•
Verse 1
Cm
Gm
Cm
Gm
Cm
Now let's talk about dol lars,
sacks, paper,
dividends on the grind everyday
Bb
Cm
life. Now let's talk about bank,
it makes the world go round,
Bb
chasing money every city every
Cm
Now let's talk about this paper homie,
I'm getting paper homie,
Bb
that's the life of a west side laker homie.
Cm
I guess I'm fucked what you think
And while you haters keep hatin'
I keep westside skatin'
Bb
Till the motherfuckin' rain you back
Cm
talkin' about money,
you ain't talkin' to me
Keep it and move it to the fullest,
Bb
makin' money in beats
Cm
I'm gettin' money in the streets,
I'm gettin' money in this rap shit
Haters rest in peace,
Bb
shoot them haters a casket
Cm
That's it, I'm off to the next mission
Still climb to the competition,
Bb
fuck my opposition
Cm
Voters talkin' that matters,
they ain't got no pot to piss in
While I'm catchin' flights out of state,
Bb
collect the digits
Cm
And I'm back 2012,
Young and Dangerous is the album
Talkin' bout bank,
Bb
guess my moves be steady
clownin'
Cm
While these fools be steady frownin',
tryna figure out how
One of my positions,
Bb
jealousy is for them clowns,
Cm
but uh I'm not trippin',
these promoters showin' we love
All they see is Gucci luggage,
Bb
every time they pullin' up
Cm
And this cash gets put in my hands,
just a wrap
Back in the days,
I only could dream about shit like that
Money, sacks, paper,
dividends on the grind
Bb
Cm
Every day, life's let's talk about bank,
it makes the world go round
Bb
Chasin' money, every city in my
Cm
Now let's talk about this paper, homie
I'm gettin' paper homie,
Bb
that's a life of a Westside Laker homie
Cm
I get some fuck what you think
And while you haters keep hatin'
I keep Westside skatin'
Bb
till the motherfuckin' bank
Cm
Back in the days I used to rock silver,
steady climbin'
Now when you see me all white,
Bb
gold and diamonds
Cm
Used to wear letter belts,
only cost a dollar
Now it's Gucci, Louis, or Tommy Homie
I'm a baller, work hard, but I play harder
And my hustle got straight
Cm
Now my father in this Honda by my side
Yeah I call her Nina Rush,
she stay ready to blast
Bb
For all these levels poppin' off,
Cm
take my family out to celebrate
These haters lost
and we don't care about the cost,
Bb
homie, I'm a boss
Cm
And I floss at something sick,
behind some limo tick
And I've been making money
Bb
since Bill Clinton was the president
Cm
And on the real, I thank God,
cause it's hella sick
Making money off this rap,
Bb
Cm
talk about where I've been
And it hasn't been an easy life,
gang life, gunfights
Now let's talk about money
Sacks, paper, dividends on the grind,
everyday life
Bb
Cm
Now let's talk about bank
It makes the world go round
Bb
Chasin' money every city an d
Cm
Now let's talk about this pa per, homie
I'm gettin' paper, homie
Bb
That's the life of a Westside Leg o
Cm
I give a fuck what you think
And while you haters keep hatin'
I keep Westside skatin' to the
Bb
motherfuckin' bank, bitch
Cm
So there you have it, homie
We talkin' bout banking
Cm
Fuck a recession or depression,
whatever, homie
All I see is progression,
Ain't nothin' but G's on my side
Let that shit be known worldwide
Bb
We represent for them G's
Cm
For them G's we gon' ride
Movin' on this track,
I'm talkin' about that paper,
Cm
It's Westside to lie down
Westside, California,
Bb
Southern Side, ride homie
Cm
High Power 4 Line
Makin' money every day,
Bb
all night homie, yeah
Cm
Bb
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